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Woorden: Ashers. Kill Your Master. Now So Clear.


Down on your luck all the fucking time
Can't have what you want cause it's already taken
Submission, depression, pills, booze, dark rooms
So pathetic, ask yourself what's the fuckin use?
Get trashed, smash glass, fuck the rise up
Life's tough, think straight, now no one's safe
It's no use, fuck you i hate you
Sooner or later I'm coming to get you

Hatred has ended this depression
Look in my eyes
Revenge is coming and that's a promise
Pay for your lies

I can see there's no way out
It's now so clear
What must be done

I wore no armor you saw me cry
Tears of hatred now desensitized
How do you feel? I feel no remorse
I watch as fate runs a drastic course
Bloody red rivers running from your veins
Stab, slice, cut...Never again

Never again, it must be done