Coward’s 9 by The Risen Dread Lyrics

Confusion, transgression, aggression
She makes you believe
Disorder, oppression or, whatever you seek
Possession, depression, corroding your mind
And now
For your obsession
You want to shed innocent blood

A coward act
Designing the plan
Your illness won’t hide
Your thirst for pain

A friendly face
A new Judas kiss
Luring everyone
Until the first hit

You want them to suffer
But they aren’t the same
You won't realize
Revenge is in vain
The more I hate
The more you grieve
I’m playing games
With your life
Slowly I watch
All the bleeding
And then I join
My own horror

Behind the trigger
Where losers hide
You are feeling proud
For every cry

You have a bullet
For every woe
She holds your hand
Hell is where you go

The more I hate
The more you grieve
I’m playing games
With your life
Slowly I watch
All the bleeding
And then I join
My own horror
The more I hate
The more you grieve
I'm playing games
With your life
Oh, sweet death
Embrace me
Behold…
The pale horse