You're so fuckin' tough, so motherfuckin' bad.
13 Years Of Grief,
Concieved to kill, living just to die.
Hell in an hand
My neck has been broke, in the noose of lifes
Through your fear I am reborn
A hand of grief can't
The death, the lies, in lies the truth
All that
In this garden full of good
Lies a garden full
Smokin, trippin, drinkin
never thinkin whats to be
Another day, another war
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Deathbent
Warped mind
Tripped out
Out of line
Bodycount rise again
Sick and
Mother come pick me up
I feel I've lost all
There is no rationale, nothing is real
There is no sympathy,
And here I stand
I Find myself alone again
The miles I've
This grave of life I give to you
Ignore what was
Here comes the rain
Another day, another storm
I've been down, down,
Tired Of This
Done With That
Never Satisfied With Where
A little hating in the morning time
a little hating
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