Onsind - Heat Up The Blade lyrics
[Onsind - Heat Up The Blade lyrics]
That the work was stolen by the migrants
Who didn’t even think to bat an eye
When their automated checkout
Tills were non-compliant
Made a circle out of salt on the ground
Stood inside and said "no one can get me now"
Whether bursting through the door
To gun you down
Or leaning back with their arms
Folded while you drown
Some are holy some profane
Cuts that kill us slowly
While we heat up the blade
While bombs rained down
Seeds were planted in the ground
A nation state? A caliphate?
A vicious circle going round
And round and round from the ruins of Aleppo
To the gates into the palace of Westminster
Motivated carbon dated
Some are holy some profane
Cuts that kill us slowly
While we heat up the blade some are holy
Some profane cuts that kill us slowly
While we heat up the blade