"Death In Bloom" lyrics

I feel your tourniquet
Pressure sure to save a limb
Leave me in this pit of Hell
Enslave me with the pretty things

Tell me that you cannot feel
I can't resist, I cannot fail
Enshrine a lie as children die
Excuses veiled in blood

Your age of God
Your rage of love
The taste of blood
Spit in the face of politicians
That belial breeds
I feel your sense of regret
Belials reaping of it

I feel your tourniquet
Pressure sure to save a limb
Leave me in this pit of Hell
Enslave me with the pretty things

Tell me that you cannot feel
I can't resist, I cannot fail
Enshrine a lie as children die
Enshrine a lie as children die

I feel your sense of regret
Belials reaping of it
Restrained by this tourniquet
I feel your sense of regret
Belials reaping of it
Restrained by this tourniquet

Enshrine a lie as children die