Paroles: Pain. End Of The Line.

My gun is pumping - you're down on your knees
A closer step to death
I think I'm coming, are you ready to recieve
I spray you full with my killer disease

I'm coming inside, I'll break you down
Your end of your life
I stole your soul, I'm in control
I just made you mine

It's the end of the line
You're broken to pieces
Crushed by the facts
It's the end of the line
It's not what it supposed to be
How could this be

Face the enemy and meet reality
How could you be so blind
Now you're testing death it controls your mind
Suffering years ahead

I came inside
I broke you down
I ended your life
I stole your soul
I was in control
and I made you mine

It's the end of the line