Thats what you like to do -
To treat a man like a pig.
And when I'm dead and gone,
Its an award I've won.
Accept
Cлайд с цитатойI know you raped me,
And rocked my soul and life.
You screwed my brain,
And offered me a line.
Six string sabres... screams in the night!
War clubs pounding... living just for the fight!
String up the razors... sharpen the blades
Tighten the skins up... no one escapes!
Crank up the grindstone... load up the sleds!
Saddle the horses... Off with their Heads!
For you it is so easy
To erase my name.
You might have a celebration
For the ones, who died.
Love why do I take you
And why do you take me
Take my breath, or you take my heart
All you give is pain
A curse upon your name
Can’t you see it isn’t right
Can’t stand the night
What a lie to say I'm immortal
What a lie to sell me your fame.
Where is God when I'm buried
Does he stop this bloody game.