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You...
make me...
sick.
We are falling of the steeple
Heaven wasn’t made for me
A revelation of degradation, Justifies our race.
It doesn’t matter who you are... No one gives a ***.
You don’t care even about yourself. We are now Upside down.
You make me sick.
People like to be false. It seems it never stops.
Then we go up to heaven… in deep *** we all are.
Be good with all of your friends...
a good man to your wife...
a good father to your son. God says, do no harm.
You make me sick.
Do you believe in freedom? Or in the *** you think it makes you cool? Cause…
The modern love, the modern love… It is the pain you know, you`ll fear the most.
Beneath the skin, i´m made of scars. someday i´ll hunt you down.
There’s a face behind your mask. You´ll hide yourself until you die.