Uploaded on Jun 25, 2009
Band: The Haunted
Song: All Against All
Genere: Melodic Death Metal/ Post-Trash Metal
Official Website: http://www.the-haunted.com/
Shut your fucking mouth.
You don't know a single thing about me.
So I heard what you said when he walked away.
Don't you think I can add up the numbers.
It's a sour taste.
A knowledge I wish I would never have gained.
So you think you could match me?
Well these are the things I see.
A perfect body. A twisted mind.
Starvation and loathing.
We fuck 'til it bleeds.
Scratch claw and scream.
'Til it feels like I'm almost alive...
/ These are the words to justify / All against all
I'm so sick and tired of it. Treat me like meat.
Tear me to pieces and feed the dogs.
A thousand polite tiny lies
and I memorized every single one of them.
Did you think for a second I'd give you a taste -
well I'm sorry to say
You could turn yourself inside out - I'd still walk away.
Like ashes through my fingers
It eats away my senses and my soul
I wither - perhaps I said too much?
I just want somebody I can trust
Enciclopedia metallum (for lyrics)