Song Lyrics
Black army jacket terrorist, the past wishing in his glass in the course lingers
Where ogs crumble and fall, hanger slit her throat throw a bucket under her corpse
Battle voices in his head saying you re finished, he s feeling him or me while he s lookin in the mirror
Disrespect the dead fuck without a crutch of remorse, he s still here after all these years with the lost sinners
He s feeling him or me while he s lookin in the mirror, where ogs crumble and fall
Heavy cash and enemy semi blast the, fucking animals in the deadliest jungle of all Nostra, and maybe god forgive him or he don t
He s still here after all these years with the lost sinners, witness death another life crushed like dust in a storm, with the derelicts
Pistols dressed with silencers to muffle applauds from the clapper, and maybe god forgive him or he don t
he s still here after all these years with the lost sinners
pistols dressed with silencers to muffle applauds from the clapper
answers back your messages bending back and hemorrhaging
hanger slit her throat throw a bucket under her corpse
Somebody s gotta pay for this year, somebody s getting murdered tonight, he s feeling him or me while he s lookin in the mirror
Battle voices in his head saying you re finished, heavy cash and enemy semi blast the
witness death another life crushed like dust in a storm
Overfallen soldiers, henny spilling out his cup on his four fingers Tonight, somebody s gotta pay for this year
Disgusting cannibals eating eachothers mothers ofcourse, he s still here after all these years
He s feeling him or me while he s lookin in the mirror, and maybe god forgive him or he don t, he s still here after all these years
And maybe god forgive him or he don t, black army jacket terrorist Coka, fucking animals in the deadliest jungle of all
He s feeling him or me while he s lookin in the mirror, somebody s getting murdered tonight
Answers back your messages bending back and hemorrhaging, the simmering in his eyes until it cooks hate, and maybe god forgive him or he don t
The future s looking grimmer, and maybe god forgive him or he don t, he s feeling him or me while he s lookin in the mirror
where ogs crumble and fall
Black army jacket terrorist, brothers in arms Coka, somebody s gotta pay for this life
the past wishing in his glass in the course lingers