Testo Double Slaughter

We're planning our own burial while riding this apocalypse
Is this Dead End St. or is it a fucking blessing?
We will merge with shades of gold but for now a cold breath rips the inside
A sudden twist. An unlocked cage. We fall.
We break our bones and we taste the sweetest blood from the wounds of our dirty hands
Almost dead and amused
Double slaughter
I invite you to your own beheading Double slaughter
We will collect the fools' gold
A cursed glimpse came out tonight with open wrists
The perfect malady of a road sleepwalked
But blindness holds nothing
Double slaughter
I invite you to your own beheading
Double slaughter
We will collect the fools' gold
Double slaughter
All of our dreams were lies