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Feed My Hate
4:11 344 9 11 лет
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В. Смирнов, К. Александров
Альбом
Black Sunday Morning
Текст
From the place where sadness grows From the place that's down below I have come so evil frown My obsession is so deep Your excuse is so damn weak I'm here to bring you down [Chorus] Step by step mile after mile final judgment has arrived There is no escape you're begging for time to die my dear foe Bullets raising from the gun no one left but only one Anger, suffer all the same give it up you have lost the game Such a cruel state of mind I'm the smartest of all kind I'm the judge for all your sins I'm stronger than before I'm coming back for more You will suffer down in pain [Chorus]