Leather Hands letra

Slave to my job the wage the paycheck.
A noose of dollar bills on every newborn, from the nursery to the grave.
Sick of being nailed to a social security number.
Living under the trough all I wanted was a horse a plow and three hundred acres of shit I want a horse a plow and three hundred acres of shit.
This is rightfully mine.
I am but an enslaved god among pig faced men.

Clinging to the Trees of a Forest Fire - Letras

• Bouquet Of Self Pity
• Cloven
• Empty
• Gold Frankincense And Myrrh
• I Walked Away From The Human Race
• Leather Hands
• Made Of Coal
• Piss
• Recession
• Remove The Light
• Shat Out My Bones
• Teeth & Hair
• They Smeared Shit On Their Skin So They Could Blend In At Night