Morbid Thoughts
Morbid Thoughts
Here we are, so what are we
Seeking for death, seeking to be free.
My mind is on pressure but you don't feel a thing.
I don't care, you don't care.
We care for greed, for our needs...
Don't you tell me to put away the gun,
I am judge and I am judged.
Don't ever judge me, 'cause one day,
you'll be judged yourself...
You're sick and you know it.
I wish I didn't love it...
Here we are, so what are we
Seeking for death, seeking to be free.
My mind is on pressure but you don't feel a thing.
I don't care, you don't care.
We care for greed, for our needs...
Don't you tell me to put away the gun,
I am judge and I am judged.
Don't ever judge me, 'cause one day,
you'll be judged yourself...
You're sick and you know it.
I wish I didn't love it...
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| Gecontroleerd door: Frummel | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 18 april 2004 | ||
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