Lyrics

Got rage in my skull, dry thunder in the night,
Got rage in my brain, devil's cries in the night,
They stole my only muse, now I live to set it right.

Got hate for them thieves, them long-tongued liars,
Got hate for them thieves, forked-tongued liars,
They rode off with my love, gypsy caravan fire

Wind cuts up my face, that sand cuts straight to the bone,
Wind cuts up my face, cuts like lover’s lies to my soul,
I taste their names like rust, and I spit them out alone.

I hum a busted prayer, voice torn, bitter and low,
I hum demon's psalms, voice torn, bitter and low,
For every song they killed and left buried down below.

She stood in the doorway, put that dare in her eyes,
Yeah, she laughed in the doorway, that dare in her eyes,
Told me I ain’t man enough to bleed where her sin lies.

He flashed that jackal grin, expensive cologne and rotten lies,
He flashed that jackal grin, filthy soul and Judas eyes,
She stepped into his shadow like a good soul that just dies.

Orobas is a demon, ridin’ hard at my side,
Yeah, Orobas is a demon, ridin’ hard at my side,
I’ll gamble down my soul for the sins they try to hide.
I want my pound of flesh, wanna see f-f-fuckin' liars laid bare,
I want my pound of flesh, wanna see betrayers laid bare,
Let their shadows curl and wither while I choke on this poison air.

Hate and rage, two vipers crawlin’ deep in my chest,
Hate and rage, two scorpions crawlin’ deep in my flesh,
Twistin’ slow and full of venom, never givin’ me no rest.

I dream of bloody revenge like a vulture dreamin’ raw meat,
I dream of violent wrath like a vulture eating’ its keep,
Circlin’ low above their lies till I drag them to my feet.

Orobas, desert demon, keep ridin’ at my side,
Yeah, Orobas, desert demon, come ridin’ at my side,
I’ll wager what’s left of me for the sins they cannot hide.

I want my pound of flesh, wanna see f-f-fuckin' liars laid bare,
I want my pound of flesh, wanna see betrayers laid bare,
Let their echoes crack and crumble in that white-hot desert glare.

So I walk this busted road, cheap guitar like a blade in my hand,
I walk this busted road, cheap guitar like a blade in my hand,
Sellin’ off my mercy just to curse their promised land.

If the devil wants his due, he can carve it out my spine,
If the devil wants his due, he can carve it out my mind,
Long as those thieves burn in the fire of my rage for every
mother f-f-fuckin' lie.