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Black Din
It all started by questioning our worth A dream shattered by doubt I ended one life to start another But I couldn't accept the ending We're all the same kind of murderers here Killing our better selves, nurturing fear Getting off on the pain A heart full of need A lust for death Anaesthetized but still aware That I might swallow my tongue And if I get too numb to care Then I will eat my gun We're all the same kind of murderers here Cheating on suicide Until we miss her and want her again 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 She may not forgive, but she gives in A black din Home again I dug my grave around ten years back I often go there to relax Lying there the noise fades away One of these days I'll just stay And sleep But not today Not until I see the ending There's always at least one piece of shit Who wants nothing more than to see you fail Death is a release from all their resentment But life is a wire around their throat
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