The Devil's Flask

Can you hear death whispering in your ear?
Can you see why everyone’s silent, waiting in fear?
Waiting for death to start tapping at their skulls
Waiting for the taste of rust and bullet holes

They've realized that no one can escape the grasp
The devils hand wrapped around his flask
Waiting for the day she goes insane
Do you hear his tongue click with impatience?
Do you feel his hand wrap around your neck?

She watches time tick on by
Hearing the sounds of her last lullaby
But the screams are growing louder
And god is losing power

Blood’s been spilled on the streets
While children have nothing to eat
He’s tapping on their skulls
Craving the taste of rust and bullet holes