Taste the Red Hands

And like the flies, you'll eat the worst of everything
There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you
And it's sick outside but I'm trying to keep you alive
And all fingers are pointing right at you
You needed this
There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you

You needed this
You needed this
Always tasting red hands but the fight never ended and we're all here
There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you

Backstabbers and money whores and dirty rotten millionaires
But you needed this

That always wanted more
That always wanted more
And only for people like you, I reserve the words
And it's sick outside but I'm trying to keep you alive
Singing loud for revolution and sitting battles out
And all fingers are pointing right at you
You needed this
Backstabbers and money whores and dirty rotten millionaires

And only for people like you I reserve the words
You needed this

But you needed this
And only for people like you I reserve the words
And all fingers are pointing right at you
That always wanted more
You needed this
Pull the wool on my eyes, like a crooked, burnt out saint
I believed and soaked in every word you said
And it's sick outside but I'm trying to keep you alive

But you know this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands
Backstabbers and money whores and dirty rotten millionaires