KLOGR - Hell Of Income Lyrics

KLOGR – Hell Of Income Lyrics

Gimme another reason and I’ll try to freeze my brain
You gave me a private hell
And now you want to back my flesh.
Lay down land’s will
No running, but running is all I got.
Force down, swallow glass
When your hands are into blood.
Please, do not call him your father.

CHORUS
Just another day here and I’ll die
For every missed whisper
I hope you’ll cry.
You put me in a private hell
Like an attraction for
Another income, selling blood.
Another income, selling blood.

Just another day in this cage
And then I can go away
Waiting for fate and suffering
Till I’ll exist no more.

Bone my heart, steal my breath
Swallow the broken glass
Where is your God
When your eyes are injected into blood?

CHORUS
Just another day here and I’ll die
For every missed whisper
I hope you’ll cry.
You put me in a private hell
Like an attraction for
Another income, selling blood.
Another income, selling blood.

Please, do not call him your father.
Please, do not call him your father.
Please, do not call him your father. Another income.
Please, do not call him your father. Selling blood.
Please, do not call him your father. Another income.
Please, do not call him your father. Selling blood.
Selling blood.
Selling blood.