Hellionaires Songtext
von Trap Them

Preachers in the little deaths,
They got what they′ve asked.
They got an autumned hearse as it drove right by.
And I all got together
And I all dropped together
And I all tossed and turned
As I drowned out my peace.

I had my own little deaths
With my own little kinds.
War is my mistress adore,
The one that I've always had.
War is the mainline mirage
That fills what I can′t.


In the eyes of the has-beens,
In the trails of the animal cunts
And I know my own little deaths.
War is my mistress adore
That I'll always have.
War is the mainline
That feels what I can't.

War is my mistress adore
That I′ll always have.
War is the mainline
That feels what I can′t.

And when my bankrupt neck and my skull full of debt can't stand.
I′m making my way towards death's wooden door
And I′m bringing a fucking battering ram...

I'll bring a fucking battering ram
In the name of the kindred dirt.
In the name of our failures,
In the name of our failures well-earned.
All of us has-beens, all of us animal cunts...
All of us bleed in the name of all of us born
With hellionaire blood.