Blood thirsty, born on the wind
Hellbent, outside looking in
Voices that carry on nightly
Don't ask, just go in now blindly
I'm bloodshot, thrown away goods
Venomous, so f*cking ruthless
A well of anger to be avoided
Extended forgiveness and then got bit
They call it the breaking point
When it comes to faith, this time you've quit
You call it the breaking point
Stand up against the gates and be counted, when summoned
Nothings ever set in stone
Wade through, harvest seeds you've sown
It's alright, right as rain, and as far as I'm concerned, F*ck the fame!
[Chorus]
Climbing...scratching...uphill,
So breathless, lifeless, able still
Long live this short life trouble
Devildriver - When Summoned Lyrics
Devildriver - When Summoned Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Blood thirsty, born on the wind
Hellbent, outside looking in
Voices that carry on nightly
Don't ask, just go in now blindly
I'm bloodshot, thrown away goods
Venomous, so f*cking ruthless
A well of anger to be avoided
Extended forgiveness and then got bit
They call it the breaking point
When it comes to faith, this time you've quit
You call it the breaking point
Stand up against the gates and be counted, when summoned
Nothings ever set in stone
Wade through, harvest seeds you've sown
It's alright, right as rain, and as far as I'm concerned, F*ck the fame!
[Chorus]
Climbing...scratching...uphill,
So breathless, lifeless, able still
Long live this short life trouble
Hellbent, outside looking in
Voices that carry on nightly
Don't ask, just go in now blindly
I'm bloodshot, thrown away goods
Venomous, so f*cking ruthless
A well of anger to be avoided
Extended forgiveness and then got bit
They call it the breaking point
When it comes to faith, this time you've quit
You call it the breaking point
Stand up against the gates and be counted, when summoned
Nothings ever set in stone
Wade through, harvest seeds you've sown
It's alright, right as rain, and as far as I'm concerned, F*ck the fame!
[Chorus]
Climbing...scratching...uphill,
So breathless, lifeless, able still
Long live this short life trouble
Writer: BRADLEY JAMES FAFARA, JEFFREY KENDRICK, JOHN BOECKLIN, JON MILLER, MICHAEL SPREITZER
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.