Whats 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, its all right

Right sir blight

Slipping into the dark of things
My sick worlds never been sound
Lacerations, degenerating now

Right sir blight

Staring into a solemn fate
Into a forest of blight
Dont preach youre a saint till youre crucified

Right sir blight

Whats right keeps ripping the life from me
But a heart keeps ticking inside
Dont preach youre a saint till youre crucified

Right sir blight