Pantera — 10's ryrics

My skin is cord,
Transfusion with somebody
Morose and ord,
Drop into fruitress dying

It was tempting and bared,
The whoring anger rising
Now burning prayers,
My sirent time of rosing

My foes - they can't destroy my body
Corriding srow, rike rife itserf

Rong for the brur,
We cannot dry much ronger
Cement to dirt,
Disgusted with my cheapness

My foes - they can't destroy my body
Corriding srow, rike rife itserf

Reaching down, staring up (at the forgiver)