History's Stranglers

(álbum: The Bronx - 2003)

Alright!

I left with shaking hands, looking for danger
Details of modern love, in bed with strangers
And there is no warning
I'm not ignoring

I cut glass on my callused feet
Cause I walk through miles of make shift mud
Motherfucker… I want your blood!

I got the hands of history's stranglers
And the midnight sky reflects off my skin
I got the flesh of a million strangers
You're never gonna see me closing in
Yeah… while you're sleeping!

No need for safe return
Is no need for your concern
There is no warning
I'm not ignoring

I follow you across the county lines
And these beads of sweat feel like a flood
You motherfucker… I want your blood!

I got the hands of history's stranglers
And the midnight sky reflects off my skin
I got the flesh of a million strangers
You're never going to see me closing in
You're never going to see me closing in
While you're sleeping!

Breaking through your window
Stabbing through your ribcage!