Death Toll

When the siren cries again, pull the living from the dead Save hearts for fools and livers for the graves Death toll, keeps rising the terminal breed Alone, we're rising like the pulse of the street Spit my fucking words away, I took back my life today We're not bitter just bitten with rage We're not sick we're just ridding the plague Eye for eye, survive Suffer with the pain, keep revenge in disguise Your minds, decide How you pull the pain or cut your cores in life We're not bitter just bitten with rage We're not sick, we're just ridding the plague Bad blood, stand up You can't drain the life from us You can't drain the life from us Every window down this fucking street looks dead to me Start the healing of society Before the sky is filled with ashes of hate Pollution of pride Line up Line up to save yourselves Line up to save yourselves We'll perish or save our fight, the darkness will hide us The crooked, the fake, won't reign The death toll is rising Eye for eye, survive Suffer with the pain, keep revenge in disguise Your minds, decide How you pull the pain or cut your cores in life We're not bitter just bitten with rage We're not sick, we're just ridding the plague Bad blood, stand up You can't drain the life from us You can't drain the life from us

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 22, 2026

I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down If we suffered for this, it has to change I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down If we suffered for this, it has to change We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls And hope that they found peace, dying alone We sing the sorrow of the dead from our souls And hope that they found peace, dying alone They gave their lives to the streets, they saved They took the challenge to keep our faith They gave their lives to the streets, they saved They took the challenge to keep our faith I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down If we suffered for this, it has to change I speak the words of a weathered man, there's blood on the streets my son walks down If we suffered for this, it has to change

Submitted by MetalElf — Feb 22, 2026