cod kill

Billy Talent

Try Honesty

Bitter

Your words are like acid
One way I know
Is that time you forgot
To hang up your phone
It’s all so classic
How you sugar coat
Pretendin’ that you see me
When you really don’t!
(what a joke)

Bitter, and really that’s your game 
You think about hate 
When you hear my name 
Bitter, put the knife away
Lose the taste you think I’m leavin’ in your brain
It’s Bitter

Ever heard of unfair?
That’s what you do
When you won’t hear me
but I better hear you
You prob’ly won’t care
But I was young once too
Now you’re twenty years later
walkin’ right in my shoes!

Bitter, and really that’s your game 
You think about hate 
When you hear my name 
Bitter, put the knife away
Lose the taste you think 
I’m leavin’ in your brain
It’s Bitter!

Are you tired yet?
Have you played it out?
are you finally sick
of the flavor in your mouth?

Bitter, and really that’s your game 
You think about hate 
When you hear my name 
Bitter, put the knife away
Lose the taste you think 
I’m leavin’ in your brain
It’s Bitter 
(you need to do better)
it’s Bitter
(it’s a real harsh winter)
Bitter…


BITTER

Whispers in the Hollow - D(YOU)MB 

Lanterns flicker
Shadows bend 

The veil grows thin
The night won't end 

Echoes foot steps
On forgotten men 

Spirits rise
When the moon dies
Spirits rise 

Branches claw
At the autumn sky 

Hours bear witness
As the phantoms fly 

Every man and woman
Running where they lie 

Every laugh and
Every dance
Packing life 

Whispers in the hollow 

Breath of the frost 

Living will follow 

Shallow as the lost 

Mask your eyes
Raptures rise
Dawn denies
Spirits as they wallow 

Dig a couple holes
And I really found a zombie
Dig a couple more
And a ghoul just robbed meh'
Everybody knows
That ya' diggin' up a body
Getting real close
Yeah really rotting
Dig a couple holes
And I really found a zombie
Dig a couple more
And a ghoul just robbed meh'
Everybody knows
That ya' diggin' up a body
Getting real close
Yeah really rotting 

Spin ahead
Let the barrel
Lick a lead 

Notes of malice
With the keeper
In his shrine
Nods his head 

Do no harm 

Do knot save 

The guard
In a grave
The god
With a lathe 

Calling softly 

Naming names 

Laying bodies
In around the lanes 

Talking leymans
Then reroute 

Run the reigns
I'm the range man 

Yeah no doubt 

Spirits sang out 

Branches claw
At the autumn sky 

Hours bear witness
As the phantoms fly 

Every man and woman
Running where they lie 

Every laugh and
Every dance
Packing life 

Whispers in the hollow 

Breath of the frost 

Living will follow 

Shallow as the lost 

Mask your eyes
Raptures rise
Dawn denies
Spirits as they wallow 

Dig a couple holes
And I really found a zombie
Dig a couple more
And a ghoul just robbed meh'
Everybody knows
That ya' diggin' up a body
Getting real close
Yeah really rotting
Dig a couple holes
And I really found a zombie
Dig a couple more
And a ghoul just robbed meh'
Everybody knows
That ya' diggin' up a body
Getting real close
Yeah really rotting

The Golden Age Of Grotesque

Marilyn Manson

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