You wont get a break in hell
Don't quit your short shift of guilt
With your 40 thieves
A boulevard stroll could get you killed
Never had reasons
Forsaken to never be forgiven

Non-stoppers they search the city endless
They gain a mile were states away within defenses
Bodies piled the acid rain
Turn into soil with age the widows wailing

You have surely lit the fuse
Couldn't get a clue so the gun gets used

Forced to creep within the blackest shadows

Forced to creep
Forced
Within the blackest shadows

His nail, his nail I gotta rip it, break it
I'm tired, tired of all this thievery
The hand, the hand, like a nail hammer it
Were wired for violence, and you've tried to deceive

Casket dancer
It's pure blasphemy
Casket dancer
You've tried to deceive

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