Playing time
Anger fills my heart
Hate covers my soul
Nothing exists anymore
Life is black, like charcoal
Blackness all around
Enemies flee
Nothing will be spared
It's hatred that I spree
Try to stab me in the back
Try to kill me the sneaky way
But you haven't been unnoticed
Now it's my time to play
Better start running
Just run really fast
But it's only a matter of time
My last laughter will be the best
Hate covers my soul
Nothing exists anymore
Life is black, like charcoal
Blackness all around
Enemies flee
Nothing will be spared
It's hatred that I spree
Try to stab me in the back
Try to kill me the sneaky way
But you haven't been unnoticed
Now it's my time to play
Better start running
Just run really fast
But it's only a matter of time
My last laughter will be the best
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| Martin B: | Zondag, januari 06, 2002 19:41 |
| Pretty good shit this!!! :) See ya later, keep ya head up Martin |
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