Sit back and hold your breath, just let nature take
I'd rather died than to live in this fucked world
Mr.
Tortured - been bleeding so long, I’m hungry, for my
Bodies missing legs and arms
Head is crushed to a reddish
You will die – no love there for you
There’s no
My face show no emotion
The mind of an animal
Behind human
death or glory
ive been so bored going nowhere
pissed
Pulled down to the depths
I feel that i am going
In the dark of the night I search for
the mindless
Butchered – born to bleed
No known cure for my disease
I’ll
My life, my soul my thoughts are my own
I live
I'm in league with satan
I was raised in hell
I walk
Salvation-is a crippled bitch
Satisfaction-from murdering
Evil voices-made me do
Time again to die a slow death
Now take that last
Don’t speak to me about freedom
Don’t speak to me about
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