Songtexte:
Metal Church Blessing In Disguise

I ride alone, the wasteland that I cross Will take another life, we'll take another loss I feel the dry wind, dust is in my eyes The arctic cold at night

I prey upon your morbid fear of terminal disease You won't know the difference, now it's time for surgery Another shot, another pill two weeks therapy

A man exists alone hidden by a shell touched in such a wicked way No one could ever tell is what he sees for real? Or only in his mind? The staring of

Starved for destination, a beggar man by trade A desperate man needs more than someone else to blame Friendless he appears, he hides behind his tears