Walking the streets crippled and beaten For his crimes he will remain unforgiven He threw his life away When he put his guilty hands upon that childs innocence He put it all on the line for a single perverted deed His drug of choice was a needle point He fiends the need to be free
There is no sympathy for your disease Defiling the young Defiling society An outcast of humanity He will forever be the dirt beneath your feet Roaming the streets a labeled man a fucking disgrace Once a beloved family man These days he is nothing but a solice shame No one will even remember his name His candle burnt out age 32 When he cast his sin upon an infants soul
Sucking the life out of the family The family he once Proudly called his own No way to repent no place to call home His lost, broken and weak The outlook for the rest of his life Is nothing short of bleak
There is a toll on the concussion that you breathe Stuffing the tracks beneath his sleeve They ruined his life when his out of the game His priority Now he sits alone pondering over salvaged memory About a time when he was more than a shit stain on society You will surely burn
You will surely burn Burn Burn Burn You will surely burnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
