Album Name : Disposing of Betrayers
Release Date : 2010-09-14
Song Duration : 5:31
These Are They No Angels To Catch You
With plan of revenge in mind, from the double cross, a
deal of lies
Bloods boiling, we'll set the trap, execution, my order
is wrath.
Seal the North Side's fate, a bouquet for the funeral.
Enlist the killers and Yale, greet him with a shake and
death.
Die with your hand in a tight grip.
Kill, at point blank they shoot.
Slay, powder burns your face.
Fall, no angels to catch you.
Devastated with uncontrolled sobs, outcries in a funeral
march.
Hunt for the killers begin, incite six years of war.
From the Hellions to the rise of power, arrogance will
seal your doom.
The cabaret adds to your demise, with drink "Two Guns" is
out.
Die with your hand in a tight grip.
Kill, at point blank they shoot.
Slay, powder burns your face.
Fall, no angels to catch you.