Playing with Dolls

From World Painted Blood 2009

Lyrics

Playing with Dolls

[Verse 1] I never thought the taste of you Would be the only thing to make me bleed Why am I so alive While you lay still in the ground beneath me? Fear of death, the dark inside Have become your only children They're in front of you, watching you Lost screams, unholy dreams, unrest I laugh at your God as he's passing through Slicing at your throat to warm my skin Never thought it'd come to this What the fuck? I've gone wrong, no rest Your children still call Can't you hear them screaming out your name? You've gone insane They're in my head They want you to [Chorus] Die in front of me Die in front of me Thinking, "Why me?" Wishing this was all a dream Insanity, reality You're going to die in front of me [Post-Chorus 1] Pestilence is here Death awaits Your body's not of Christ It's my altar Helpless and alone Violate Enveloped in my sin Faceless canvass Tearing at your flesh Bathed in blood Violently regress Death's so endless Brutal is your pain Anguish is the game Broken and afraid God can't help you now [Bridge] You'll wish you were in hell You'll wish you were in hell You'll wish you were in hell [Verse 2] Ghostly figures are always standing still Are they mocking me? What do they see? I didn't want your death to end so fast But once you start, you cannot stop I need it now to fucking last [Chorus] Die in front of me Die in front of me Thinking, "Why me?" Wishing this was all a dream Insanity, reality You're going to die in front of me [Post-Chorus 2] Pestilence is here Death awaits Your body's not of Christ It's my altar Brutal is your pain Anguish is the game Broken and afraid God can't help you now [Lead – Hanneman] [Bridge] You'll wish you were in hell You'll wish you were in hell You'll wish you were in hell You'll wish you were in hell [Verse 3] I never thought the taste of you Would be the only thing to make me bleed All alone in my funeral home Playing in blood, there's just got to be Something wrong with me Draining veins, it's all the same The torture in my head, it won't stop Until I am fucking dead [Post-Chorus 1] Pestilence is here Death awaits Your body's not of Christ It's my altar Helpless and alone Violate Enveloped in my sin Faceless canvass Tearing at your flesh Bathed in blood Violently regress Death's so endless Brutal is your pain Anguish is the game Broken and afraid God can't help you now [Outro] You'll wish you were in hell You'll wish you were in hell You'll wish you were in hell

About this track

"Playing with Dolls" is a song by Slayer from the album World Painted Blood , released in 2009. The song was written by Jeff Hanneman, Tom Araya. It was produced by Greg Fidelman.

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