A pack of wolves feed upon the flesh Of the kids that were put on the test For those who choose to feed on other's tales Will be taken away and hung with the rest Now it's time to make up your mind There's no escaping the grave you're laying in Layed out on the line With your life hung out to dry Armed with guilt, the narrow path just begun You are the disease with no cure The root of all evil to haunt us all Take what you wish in the eyes of death I'll take the world Until my soul is layed to rest Secrets of the truthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
