Lirieke: Azrael. Nada Por Nadie. The Blade.

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Pain, your life is only a book of pain
but your life it isn't very plain
this possesion of hate
need to be dread
say for your defense
"All for one" to be free.
[Puente]
And all your lies, all your fucking lies...
There's like a swictch blade knife
[Estribillo]
Lies like a blade
see you tomorrow!!
What do you gain?
You only say sillines
it's the same
this possesion of hate
Where do you go?
You are a sinner, a sickmen, a stray lumb
[Puente]
[Estribillo]