Six feet under your rightous self
And all you proudly own you abouse
Be fake with your money
You know how it's funny to lose
Dont ya?
And all you proudly own you abouse
Be fake with your money
You know how it's funny to lose
Dont ya?
And spare a young girl a night of shelter
Man,ain't nothing gets in your way
Boy you know she wants you
And you know you want it today
When there's no other way
And no guilt sticks,realy.....
Until doomsday!
Until all is lost you'll celebrate
You day of tryumph
It's each man to his own,yeha I'm talking about....
Time to call it a day won't com,
Alraedy had it all spiked with belief
Boy you don't know what real
And you've ground your last teeth in
And no way to severe this
'Cause no guilt sticks,realy....
Until doomsday!
Until all is lost you'll celebrate
Youre day of tryumph
It's each man to his own,yeha I'm talking about...
And see,everybody's been talking about it
So how do you feel about death?
My talents were blinded my my wrath
And I've seen the last resort
It showed me loveforsakes us
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