Head of the Beast
I wanna be a killa-bee
Swagger like Mick Jagger
But what do i see in me
A pale fake-ass cracker
But then i look at humans
They need guidance now
So i reveil the ancient plans
But i don't want you to bow
I wished it had been different
Playing like the devil i am inside
But living the life of the god-sent
Working to steal back in the night
Which in fact is rightfully mine
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| Auteur: David de Vreer |  
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| Gepubliceerd op: 03 april 2009 | ||
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