- 歌詞
- アルバムリスト
Wasted Bullet
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Trembling Hands
Strong smell of the sickest kind Groce man even hell would spit you out Fake smile hides the twisted mind Pure filth is the lust that built your house
No thing in this fucking world Is more sickening to me Than the mind of the animal Who has his way against their will
The day will come You'll find payback meet your face
Shatter your bones You won't escape Beg for forgiveness
What waste of air Should have never fucking lived Return to nowhere Here's to the lives you have destroyed.
She was alone Frightened and fragile No way did she stand a chance
So close to home Still her screams were silent Mouth was covered by his hands
Face destiny Smell his breath, your tears, feed his desire Wish for death, now feel, skin burn like fire もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Smell his breath, your tears, feed his desire Wish for death, now feel, skin burn like fire
I hold a gun in my hands But I'm not in control I hold a gun in my hands
Strong smell of the sickest kind Groce man even hell would spit you out Fake smile hides the twisted mind Pure filth is the lust that built your house
Now before me Captured and cornered Stands a man who's facing death
My mind has mercy But hatred has my heart
I can't hold still my trembling hands I can't hold still my hands
When all laws are unable to punish I say justice is born in a gun If you thought that my words are not honest Then you must fear what I have become
As I write down my name in red letters To make sure they'll remember always You will see this time I'm the offender For I am the end of your days
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