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is what you feel Dropping to your knees you pray God won't make this go away You will not return alive - left to die Suffering until the end - left
Me sumerjo en mi cabeza, muerte ven. Veo a hombres torturados, muerte ven. Ya mi tunel del espejo no se ve. Se ha empanado con mi vaho mortuorio, muerte
had to say that And they stuck a knife right in my back Closed the lid to bury me But while there's still A breath of life in me Left me for dead
(Instrumental)
Fordítás: Halál. Left To Die.
Fordítás: Tipton, Glenn. Bal A halál.
Fordítás: Gyilkosság A halál. Azok, akik elhagyták.
Reality is what you feel Dropping to your knees you pray God won't make this go away You will not return alive - Left to die Suffering until the end - Left
Dropping to your knees you pray God won't make this go away You will not return alive - Left to die Suffering until the end - Left to die Time stands
Now I shall tell you a story about the darkness all around It will destroy all goodness. It will defeat and deface. How can we stop this nightmare?
As the mother coughs up blood the wide eyed children encircle Paint the walls with the blood of innocence You wear the execution mask Intent on the
t have my brain. desensitize. demoralize. no honor left to feed.. dead honor left dead. what about what's right? what about what's wrong? any code of honor is left
' back the whiskey sours I've got a few more days to go and I've got another crust of bread somewhere holed up waiting in this is this whats left of the
the jungle gyms and they fall and piss away each night among the sound of bodies crawling round the room i can smell their flesh on everything left in
All the kids have run inside grabbed a spot under the stairs they've barricaded all the windows and rigged the doorknobs shut with chairs what are they