Arkham - Youngblood | Текст песни

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They'd put a price a dignity if they could fathom it
Sold myself short but I made a profit
God knows how black my sins are
Never saw the devil with anyone but myself

I wanna leave a good looking corpse
And I don't wanna be here anymore

They got me bleeding out and I'm loving every minute of it
Know my name and I'll take it to the grave
Cause we're all terminal whether we realize it or not
It's just the matter of the time on your clock

They got you selling your reasons to live
Just to pretend that you're not gonna die
This is the great american, the great american goodbye
So make sure you wave when you give
your great american goodbye

We're all just whores
Waiting for that money shot
Bodies
Waiting for that hammer to drop

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