In my mind Im a killer on the front line Hard line, primed for war time In my bloodline, death by design On the frontline still spitting hot iron And my battle cries keep me energized This is suicide mentally Im victimized Too many times, too many lies Who will survive, wholl be denied And there aint no sympathy for what they did to me Squeeze and my clips run empty Raw infamy, build intensity Still kill em all to my murderous symphony Forever a nightmare, caught in the crosshairs Cold dark stares from the land of lost rares Born destroyer, collector of souls
Posted on: Tue, 16 Dec 2014 20:06:00 +0000
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