Kill Trip - Spit

Red sun burns this desert floor
Where dogs of war have spilled their blood before
Sons of the poor one and all
I need to leave this place right now

To believe
This call to war
Is to believe
A traitor's call

Endless debt on the employment line
In a world picked clean by crows
Bitter hope has turned to ash
I need to leave this place right now

To believe
This call to war
Is to believe
A traitor's call

They say my world is gone
Don't wait
It's time to run

They say my world is gone
Don't wait
It's time to run

To believe
This call to war
Is to believe
A traitor's call

Endless debt on the employment line
In a world picked clean by crows
Bitter hope has turned to ash
I need to leave this place right now

Written by:
claus langkjær, karsten gøeg, rasmus justesen, thomas gajhede

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