Throes - Shock to the Guts Lyrics

Shock to the guts
Traversing the spine
Pleasure and pain
It's a fine line
Time is inert
Fan the flames
Wraiths abound
Pounding pulse
The stage is set
The lines are drawn
The hunt is here

I will see your hand
And raise you war

Wound as a snake
Round the throats of men
Give and a take
Then take more again
Seeking a space to strike
And release the venom
F*ck
That smell is intoxication

I will see your hand
And raise you war
I will give you more
Than you bargained for

Electrifying the nerve
I will to oppose sin
You never had the upper hand
This war is mine to win
Telepathic Battlefield
A psychic raging blaze
I can feel the coming storms
Everything is gonna change
This itch will need to be scratched
F*cking needs to be dealt with
It's time to kill or be killed
Time to walk the walk
Time to take my fill
You'll feel my weapon of choice
Mind control
I'll make it sting
Charisma is my voice
I'll deal out final death blows
F*ck the fall out
Lavish the throes

A lightning bolt from the sky
Signals your time is nigh
It will all come to me
The storms never lie

I want it all
I will get what's mine