We have to find a better way Out of this tragedy As the battle rages on Blood stains the ground we're on My ears hear only screams Brave soldiers are
So lock and load mercenaries I see the smoke from the hilltop they march one by one the battled starts adversaries we bathe in our blood the worst
So lock and load mercanaries i see the smoke from the hilltop they march one by one the battle starts adversarys they bathe in our blood the worst
I could turn around and let you leave Another fatal mistake Letting you take all the hurt I must have made But I'll be gone with the guillotine for now
One step in front of the other The clock wasting minutes away Slowly counting the hour That determines my destiny In this place I wait Looking at the
Kill the lights Hello ladies and gentlemen I'm glad you've graced me with your presence You're in time to see me wrestle with my conscience Staring into
be? After I feel What I feared most After the storm Where are my arms? After the storm Where are my hands? How can I touch Without my hands? Guillotine
She washed her hands 300 times but still they're dripping red. We caught her in the pauper's pit, she stole the prince's head, still cursing 'blasphemy
Allow me to demonstrate the skill of Shaolin The special technique of shadowboxing' Poisonous, poisonous (Word, word, word) I should slap all y'all niggaz
What's done is done and we've crossed the line Your indecision is taking over everytime Your pride, my anger our situation is worse than ever We're
The storyline drug out for hours the fixed alibis are taking affect causing conflict in my mind she somehow knew but i was careful put on regret and
We have to find a better way Out of this tragedy As the battle rages on Blood strikes the clabbered hood My ears, they hurt like shit Great soldiers
so lock and load mercenaries I see the smoke from the hilltop they march one by one the battled starts adversaries we bathe in our blood the worst
Too many tears still to be shed Too many reason to be dead Your time is up the day the guillotine comes down Your time is up the day the guillotine comes
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[Music: M. Petrozza] [Lyrics: M. Petrozza]
Buckle and grind, your bubbling mind Can't shut it down, it keeps running around No friend of mine, you are no friend of mine Oh well, you know, we could
