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Ensembles
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Komponiste
Presteerders

Lirieke: Years Spent Cold. Turncoat.

I hope it all was worth it
Your head is weak, fix your face, you're not hard
No heart and your words never meant shit
Apologies were never an option

Run from your problems
You can't escape this living nightmare
I can only hope for a neverending restless sleep

Hold your breath and close your eyes
Meet your maker
When it rains I hope it fucking pours

Spit what you got, this connection is flawless
Drop all your names, you'll still leave with your jaw chipped
Talk a good game but you'll never come back
You're seeing color, but you're leaving in black

Face up, choke on your own blood


(Thanks to Micah for these lyrics)