Subterfuge from TEMPLE by Olde

SUBTERFUGE

The blood you seek is out there,
On the frayed edges of town
Just point your boots, and follow...
Your rotten heart

Walk without guiding hands
With a big stick, through promised land
In a world without shame
Set fire to all who admit no blame

A disease of rage and denial
When the darkness moves, better know how to burn
No escape from disease…
With a big stick, through promised land

Never had to dig much dirt to find fear
The scent is enraging
Under the moon, the moves that you make…
Are subterfuge, baby

Now listen to the sound of your mind…
Being quietly blown
Lights up the soul and kills the night…
All night, that's right

A disease of rage and denial
When the darkness moves, better know how to burn
No escape from the sound…
Of your mind being quietly blown

Blow them all away
Your closest friend, the enemy

• Metal
• Rock
• doom
• hardcore
• sludge
• stoner
• Toronto