What`s right keeps ripping the life from me
But a heart keeps ticking inside
Eyes keep driving the nails in through
And keeps my mind occupied, It`s all right
Right sir blight
Slipping into the dark of things
My sick world`s never been sound
Lacerations, Degenerating now
Right sir blight
Staring into a solemn fate
Into a forest of blight
Don`t preach you`re a saint till you`re crucified
Right sir blight
What`s right keeps ripping the life from me
But a heart keeps ticking inside
Don`t preach you`re a saint till you`re crucified