Bloody John

YEAH!
Dig it, baby!
The chrome is screaming!
The bone is cracking!
Go!


In the belly of an old truck, the pulse of empty roads beats,
John swallows dust and whiskey, he’s a silent prophet.
A piston for a heart, burning current instead of nerves,
He carves out the stars, pulling the trigger.
Through the windshield, the world is a torn canvas,
Where every stranger is just a rotten nail.
He seeks no paradise, he is a walking hell himself,
A hundred thousand volts in his eyes, not a step back!


Hey! Do you hear the grinding of flesh?
Hey! Do you see the dancing in the tar?
He’s here! He’s close!
Bloody John is your final spark!

Припев
Bloody John! Dance on broken glass!
Bloody John! King in the midnight haze!
Chrome and poison! Gasoline boils in the veins!
Bloody John! Death's only son!
(Yeah! Burn it down!)


He stitches wounds with thread from thorny roses,
His smile is a scar, a frozen frost.
The stomp of boots on skulls is his favorite beat,
Under the dirty skin, an ancient beast doesn't sleep, it growls.
Where he has passed, the grass turns black in an instant,
In the mirrors, his silent scream is frozen.
Don’t look for salvation in a temple or in wine,
John has come to take what belongs to the moon!


Listen...
Do you feel the cold?
It’s not the wind.
It’s the breath of the engine.
The ritual of the highway.
One life. One kill.
One more notch on the steering wheel.
GO! DIE! LIVE! REPEAT!



Припев
Bloody John! Dance on broken glass!
Bloody John! King in the midnight haze!
Chrome and poison! Gasoline boils in the veins!
Bloody John! Death's only son!


He’s coming for you...
Through the crunch... through the gloom...
Bloody John...
Bloody John...