Pantera
Текст песни Living Through Me (Hell's Wrath)

I cannot take the take, your condition was nod awakeA selfish
cryer, boldface liar, robbing all of what you could take inStabbed
towards a death, a dirty smelling girlShit decisions, no provisions,
filling veins with juice of chaos
Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,Sunken eyes,
whining dog, it's times like thisYou should pray for neverI broke
your fucking mold, then threw away theCast, new religion and
new provisions, it's amazing you're alive
Drop the needle and stop what you're changing intoErase the end
dissolving, disgrace is needed moreSo I mended severed ties,
through flesh we cauterizedthe undeserving, sliming, writhing,
I filled you up with watered promise
Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley fuck, angel dust, anal whore,Bleeding
knees, it's times like this to pray for murder
So now I've seen it all, Hells' wrath,No man has greater glory,
cause now you're living through meSo I'm done with saving you,
a gift unto myself,A tired savior, a wasted favor, and I'm lucky
I'm alive