All The Blood Lyrics

All The Blood

All the Blood, drains over my face
All hatred shines on my eyes
I gotta have, the maximum of care
To don't face a chance of dying.

How can I get out (from here) soon? (Do something to weak them!)
How can I get out (from here) soon? (Find something to torture them!)
Now the only choice is to kill!! (Buried six feet under!)
Living here is all paranoia; you gotta deal with victory or death.

Suffering face, traumatized and scrared...
Now I wish you pure death!
I gotta have, the maximum of careConexão Pentagrama - All The Blood - http://motolyrics.com/conexao-pentagrama/all-the-blood-lyrics.html
To gotta chance to run away alive.

How can I get out (from here) soon? (Do something to weak them!)
How can I get out (from here) soon? (Find something to torture them!)
Now the only choice is to kill!! (Buried six feet under!)
Living here is all paranoia; you gotta deal with victory or death.

All the Blood, drains over my face
All hatred shines on my eyes
I gotta have, the maximum of care
To don't face a chance of dying.

In the name of god, you will stay here and die
In the name of god, you will stay here and die
In the name of god, you will stay here and die