Texty: Winds Of Plague. Decimate The Weak. One Body Too Many.
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Burn me out of your mind, this is a place i cannot be anymore every inch of ground is paved with lies.
Your only concern is for yourself, no mercy no remorse for the innocent.
Your the bearer of a dozen faces and every last one is destined to be broken now drop to your knees and lose the last of your pride.
Your only concerned for yourself.
You have crossed me once, next time your done, next time you will learn the hard way not to toil with a mind thats lost all hope.
Broken bonds and envious ties, my only chance is to turn inside, everyday the colors fade to black and white.
I see the world through cold eyes.
Every inch of ground is paved with lies, every emotion dead, all faith has perished.
No Mercy, No remorse for the innocent. You are fucked
Burn me out of your mind, this is a place i cannot be anymore every inch of ground is paved with lies.
Your only concern is for yourself, no mercy no remorse for the innocent.
Your the bearer of a dozen faces and every last one is destined to be broken now drop to your knees and lose the last of your pride.
Your only concerned for yourself.
You have crossed me once, next time your done, next time you will learn the hard way not to toil with a mind thats lost all hope.
Broken bonds and envious ties, my only chance is to turn inside, everyday the colors fade to black and white.
I see the world through cold eyes.
Every inch of ground is paved with lies, every emotion dead, all faith has perished.
No Mercy, No remorse for the innocent. You are fucked
A Cold Day In Hell
Winds Of Plague