Laying face down in a pool of excuses, struck down Now that we have you you won’t even know it, knocked out
One more makes it worthwhile Ten more you’re right in style Fifteen they’ll be your best friend Twenty the walking dead
Chemical slave, Chemical slave The island gets smaller with every pulse Chemical slave, in a mind insane The water’s on fire Chemical slave, Chemical slave Walk with me to the abyss Chemical slave in a toxic grave The water’s on fire the world’s inside out
Now in the depths deep down below Blood is a venom Your killer instinct has been subdued Wrestle the redrum
Six months your skin melts away Twelve months your face rearranged Five years you won’t know your name Ten years end of the gameTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
