Wage War Announce Fourth Studio Album
We fill our heads with lies and chemicals.
We fill our heads with lies and chemicals.
Empty, full of spite, let impulse decide.
Burn me at the stake on a lie, Cause my own mind wilts at the thought of being alive/
I’ll be the soul you consumed; you’ll be the salt in my wounds.
Your silhouette’s all around, it lives inside my head.
Stitched back together it seems, by the evil bride of his dreams.
Cut the lights, face yourself.
Do you wanna feel what I felt?
She sits up high, surrounded by the sun.