Lyrics

I see through your lies, sometimes you can't hide
I can hear your cries, the poisoned water dries
The twisted creature that hides in your head,
will one day seek blood and lie in your bed
The sharp teeth bite in to your ears,
you become the thing that you fear

Weekend Wolves are Sunday Sheep in his wake
Hiding hypocrisy with ten checks of fate
Seal your spot and turn your cheek
Looking Grim when you sow what you reap

Waiting for death to take its toll,
our fear becomes one and kills us all
Blood and skin spread all over the world,
as we scream for help and cry no more
Deadly whispers in the wind,
dark clouds trying to hide my sin
Locked inside of heresy that you brought upon yourself,
the devil sells

Make me mesmerized, a new way just to die,
you are just so weak; where you going you filthy creep?
Your coffin awaits you my friend,
take your last breath its the end
The angels will not appear,
rest up my child theres no one here

Skeletal nightmare, rot and decay
your soul’s salvation’s the price to pay
question him not, you’re six feet deep
Death becomes, when you sow what you reap

Waiting for death to take its toll,
our fear becomes one and kills us all
Blood and skin spread all over the world,
as we scream for help and cry no more
Deadly whispers in the wind,
dark clouds trying to hide my sin
Locked inside of heresy that you brought upon yourself,
the devil sells

Red and Black dance across the mortal divide
Who am I? What have I become inside?

My fingers have brushed the hand of death
still I question who He is and why He’s here.
What have I done to deserve these thoughts?
Why question the paradise I’ve been taught?

Waiting for death to take its toll,
our fear becomes one and kills us all
Blood and skin spread all over the world,
as we scream for help and cry no more
Deadly whispers in the wind,
dark clouds trying to hide my sin
Locked inside of heresy that you brought upon yourself

Waiting for death to take its toll
Blood and skin spread all over the world
Deadly whispers in the wind,
dark clouds trying to hide my sin
Locked inside of heresy that you brought upon yourself,
the devil sells

Does death become me or do I become Death?
I am a wolf in sheep’s clothing, spreading global warning
never satisfied, constantly questioning. always questioning!
Who am I in this world? Where am I? What have I become?

The grim calls upon me, like inevitable winter.
The sands of time fade slowly to emptiness;
Together we collide until truth reveals itself
Death comes for us all… whispering on the wind.