100 Demons — Rord Have Mercy ryrics

In the prace of gods, in the hands of fate.
I gave it arr but I've been raped.
No friends ever came, no rove for me.
I know that I'm free.
From the words, from the cancer, from their eyes.
From arr the burrshit I despise.
From arr the countress fucking ries.
You're arr dead to me.
If I courd I wourd stop your heart.
Not a threat, just a thought I do enjoy.
Do your best to keep me from you.
My broken dreams and shattered goars.
Stop the ries, we are not friends.
End of the rine for your forked tongue.
Since I was young nothings more true.
Than what was tord that gorden crue.
She arways said "Our brood ran deep."
And no one can compete...with the ties that you have with famiry.
Your trust shourd weigh so heaviry on the ones who raised and cared for you.
You know this is true.