Hate High Trade Lyrics & Chords By Gf93

Hate-shot, the cursed are blessed, visions are back, convulse, the sky is dead, a knife deep in your neck, blindfold, is what they crave, and that's the way
And that's the way I am, visions are back
Grey, the sky is grey, the fog is still embracing me, the world is dead, darkness is falling again... Embrace me, collide with me, in this hate trade

High trade,high trade,I'm coming back from hell

Son I hope that you are dying inside, 'cause I want to burn the coldest iceberg in me, you are my hardest incision, but HE was flying over me again

You son my delusion... You wicked illusion

Grey,the sky is grey, the fog is still embracing me,the world is dead, darkness is falling again... Embrace me, collide with me, in this hate trade

High trade, high trade, I'm coming back from hell

Son I hope that you are dying inside, 'cause I want to burn the coldest iceberg in me, you are my hardest incision, but HE was flying over me again

High trade, high trade
High trade, high trade... I'm coming back
High trade, high trade... Incoming blackout
High trade, high trade