75-е Голодные Игры - Эдем Рейко | Текст песни

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Words that kill. I'm alive Pride Feeds their blackened hearts.
And the thrist must be quenched through hypocrisy
Plenty of flames is the only way to breathe in.
Renounce what made you him (Words that kill)
Would you speak them to me? Would your breathe look still? It makes me believe.
The sins, Never die.
Can't wash this blood off our hands.
Let the word fill us all. It's just me to an end.
As salvation lies (in the voices)
Beyond the truth (that makes up all now)
In the heart I just know That theres no way To light up the dark In his eyes.

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