Famine Lyrics - The Art Of Dying - Death Angel

Turning knot, rotting in my gut 

Got me feeling so corrupt 

Like a second hand politician 

I'm a study in malnutrition 

Every star I see I'm wishing 

Got a deathbed at 12th and Mission 

New kind of 

Long ago once upon a time 

Hundred miles an hour, time flew by 

Now gravestones become friends 

Practice voodoo superstition 

Like an archangel from heaven 

Got a deathbed at 12th and Mission 

In need of sleep, we crawl the street 

American dream gone 

Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme 

American dream gone 

In need of sleep, we crawl the street 

American dream gone 

Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme 

American dream gone 

Mentally unfed, spiritually dead 

The flock's been misled 

New kind of wicked 

Turning knot, rotting in my gut 

Got me feeling so corrupt 

Stomach's screaming deep inside 

Another day, got no place to hide 

In need of sleep, we crawl the street 

American dream gone 

Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme 

American dream gone 

In need of sleep, we crawl the street 

American dream gone 

Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme 

American dream gone 

In need of sleep, we crawl the street 

American dream gone 

Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme 

Gone