Cholera

You see blood on your face
Drunk to the bones
Waiting for dead
To take out you’re soul

He’s got a gun on his head
Waiting to blow
Ain’t no regrets
He feels nothing at all

Oh, yeah
Fight me
Oh, yeah
Fight me

Going to war
Without reason at all
Ready or not
You are on your own

You ‘re boiling inside
With flames on your blood
Loosing your head
When rage overcomes

Oh, yeah
Fight me
Oh, yeah
Fight me

You see blood on your face
Drunk to the bones
Ain’t no regrets
You feel nothing at all