Playing with Dolls

By Slayer

On World Painted Blood

Released on November 3, 2009

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[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