Текст песни Blood Has Been Shed - Intervention
Blood Has Been Shed - Intervention слова песни
never asked you for a thingyet you pushed me asideon bended knee I servedand that day was the birth of a slow deathdefiler I was meat at your tableI would pay not to fall from your gracemy blood and my tears were tokensI was waste to be expelledto you I was just a numberforgotten on the chopping blockmy blood flows like any othersto find pleasure in my disgraceyou held my life in your handsyour exceptance the air I breatheday after day I always wonderwill I exhaust myselffrom this effort cursed to an existenceof being drawn to yougrant me tomorrow or let me dieyour expectations grip my throatand choke my very lifeeveryday that you appearI succumb to your pleadingwill this be the day of intervention?