Eternal Questiuns Of Existence Lyrics by Infected
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Run away from hellPlease, excuse my smellListen, now I'm deadFuck my if I sadWhyYou have to giveYou've to forgiveYou have to liveI can fly aroundPleaced of the groundI can see my friendsFrig their balls with handsIt's my funeralIcan see it allLook - it's me in this coffin, I'm deaadAll this bastards pretend as thay sadFuck my aunt, It's so terrible soundOh, It's me, I'm at least under groundYou know what I meanIt feel like in dreamYou free and don't careWhat stuff you've to wearCome on join me my friendYou'll find promised landThis bastards will suckWe'll newer could give a fuck...
Run away from hellPlease, excuse my smellListen, now I'm deadFuck my if I sadWhyYou have to giveYou've to forgiveYou have to liveI can fly aroundPleaced of the groundI can see my friendsFrig their balls with handsIt's my funeralIcan see it allLook - it's me in this coffin, I'm deaadAll this bastards pretend as thay sadFuck my aunt, It's so terrible soundOh, It's me, I'm at least under groundYou know what I meanIt feel like in dreamYou free and don't careWhat stuff you've to wearCome on join me my friendYou'll find promised landThis bastards will suckWe'll newer could give a fuck...