We Die Young - Enduring Hell Тексты

Hidden out in my Brian
Watching closly all my dreams
Stepping on my fantasies

Moving Slowly across the sea
I'm ashamed of what I fell
Choking on reality

Let me be free
Cut off my chains
Sewing my wound
Ripping my soul

Lighting up a cigarette
All my pains seems washed away
Down to ashes it's all it is

Let me be free
Cut off my chains
Sewing my wound
Ripping my soul
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