Day by day, I watch you arrogant assholes walk around on clouds. Oblivious, he is counting your time, patiently waiting for fresh meat. Haunted by the memory of the day I met the Reaper, his cold eyes still watching over me so silently. Since that day of agony, paralyzed, staring at the reality ahead of me, I had a better chance of dying than I did living. A young soul bracing for his near ending, a feeling I can never forget but hold on to so dearly. Limb by limb, my body shutting down, inch by inch I was closer in the ground. I have faced the grave, fighting death with an iron fist, spitting in the face of fear and mortality. I live in my own hell, walking with the reaper, laughing at the devil. Fighting death with an iron fist, spitting in the face of fear and mortality. I have faced the grave. I have faced the Reaper and he knows my name. I live in my own hell, Laughing at the devil.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
