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letra de sacrifices must be made - dan bull

[intro]
wake up
wake up
wake up
wake up
wake up

[verse 1]
come and sit at the table, if you’re able
it tips a little, it isn’t the only thing a bit unstable
i’m glad you called round, it’s good to have a full house
we’ll keep each other warm until the cards are all dealt
i hope you plan to play fair, i’d hate to fall out
the last caller who lost couldn’t even crawl out
i’m sensing your doubt now, i don’t like being called a liar
some folk are all mouth, you know, that’s why i brought the pliers
ponder how the fool felt who pulled a wolf pelt
while i pulled the wool over his eye, the rules are scrawled out
pulled the gold out his jaw, sure he did it all himself
call it ornamental illness, now his skull adorns the shelf
[pre-chorus]
sacrifices must be made
to satisfy this l-st for pain
so pack your knife now, just in case
you have to scratch your eye out with a rusty blade

[chorus 1]
son, you’re playing blood sports, don’t complain the blood spurts
blood curdling, blood rain won’t sate the bloodthirst
feel the blood rush, see the blood gush
the blood is draining your veins, staining up the blood bath

[verse 2]
once you’ve finished your turn, then you can toll the bell
and once you’ve tolled the bell, then you can tell me all about yourself
why are you this deep in the forest? are you seeking knowledge?
you better be level with me because i can see who’s been dishonest
i hope you haven’t roamed far enough to travel home
’cause when you ramble roads alone you’re pr-ne to rattled bones
thankfully i packed a map to overshadow your travels, though
it’s so tough to chaperone you, accurately past the candle smoke
there’s ample chance you’ll crack a bone, rather than crack the code
but things can change shape any moment, ask a stoat
every day we put on a mask, and hope we don’t get outed
does that expose the fact we’re nasty, though? don’t know, i doubt it
we live in ferocious lands, no one wants to show their hands
for fear of knowing that we’ve only laid out hopeless plans
life’s a thankless slow advance, and no advantage shall suffice
to satisfy chance’s appetite, requires sacrifice
[pre-chorus]
sacrifices must be made
to satisfy this l-st for pain
so pack your knife now, just in case
you have to scratch your eye out with a rusty blade

[chorus 2]
don’t let the blood clot up you bl–dy blood clart
the blood is draining from your face, but your eyes are bloodshot
pay the blood cost to sate the bloodl-st
drop by drop of blood lost ’till at last you’re bloodless

[verse 3]
it’s like a frightening dream, life splitting right at the seams
you mightn’t find everything in here, quite as it seems, my dear
siphoning life fluid right from the streams, your tears
slide down your cheeks, you fear final defeat is near
it might be primal, but the mind of a beast is clear
and you’ll find there isn’t sp-ce for playing hide and seek in here
this isn’t the kind of christian tale in which survivorship prevails
those lies and fiction pale into cries and wretched wails
it paints a pitiful picture of the kind of ship we sail
if our chances capsize the exact time we hit the whale
your life is rigged to fail, i might just tip the scales
but first there’s a little sacrifice that it entails
if you’ve ever slipped and ripped a nail, it’s practice
for taking pliers to your tooth, and twisting ’till the crack rips
through you from the root to the roof of your mouth, a brutal sound
it’s just improving your tactics, remove it now
[pre-chorus]
sacrifices must be made
to satisfy this l-st for pain
so pack your knife now, just in case
you have to scratch your eye out with a rusty blade

[chorus 3]
son, you’re playing blood sports, don’t complain the blood spurts
blood curdling, blood rain won’t sate the bloodthirst
feel the blood rush, see the blood gush
the blood is draining your veins, staining up the blood bath
don’t let the blood clot up you bl–dy blood clart
the blood is draining from your face, but your eyes are bloodshot
pay the blood cost to sate the bloodl-st
drop by drop of blood lost ’till at last you’re bloodless

- dan bull

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