Cut It Out! - Weeded Out Тексты

Dead/alive
it doesn't fucking matter
we won't survive
a candle burned at both ends
in fear we trust
to keep the dogs at bay
you hide behind a god every single day
the smoke fills my lungs
until i can't breathe
it is the only thing that helps me forget
vengeance!
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