Vendetta Red - All Cried Out lyrics

turn your back on your past

make a mark with a crime that lasts

"guns dont kill" bullets do

and i've been saving one for you

hold me down i can feel a seizure coming

think i took too much marazine

saw blade bits tearing tendons

from your neck like so much

knives through bread

til your head sags falls to the ground

cashmere crush covered in smoke

i'm all cried out

soldiers march

a red sunsets blood

soaked babes on bayonets

the flag still waves for all

to see like moonlight on my machete

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