Justin The Red. Southern Gentleman. Zeneszám

Good God Return
My Lord give us a sign
Revenge is your
But I'm getting tired

We Found Your broken hearts
And we've been searching you out
You have been far too busy
Wake up traitor

You are destroying yourself
So much blood on your hands
She believed every word that you said
Then you cut her throat

She fell to the ground
Just like the rest
Too much blood to clean
Now they've become the walking dead
You killed them all

Oh
Wake up

(Thanks to Wes for these lyrics)