Bleeding Wolves by Thoughts of David Lyrics

Brace for the fall
Brace for the impact
The siren calls
Behind your back
The masters of righteous souls are lost without a trace
The psychic scars and bleeding hearts are written on your face

Drag me 6 feet deep
So that I may breathe
And if all else fails
You will cast me to a cross by nails

Preach to mother
Preach to mother
And the bastard son
So why does no one preach to me
Come here
Follow
My lead
Bleeding wolves they cannot hunt
Death to us all
We’ve failed ourselves
Our own downfall
This memory dwells
The masters of your righteous soul were found without their heads
The psychic scars and bleeding hearts are with you until the end

Drag me 6 feet deep
So that I may breathe
And if all else fails
You will cast me to a cross by nails

Preach to mother
Preach to father
And the bastards son
So why does no one preach to me
Come here
Follow
My lead
Bleeding wolves, they cannot hunt