Hold Stage Democide - To The Hilt | Текст песни

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To The Hilt

On his street, he puts things in order
Nothing in life is not different.
Grew this guy is doing,
went to the gym. Did a lot of things.

Only violence had special meaning.
Frustrated with the sound head.
Likes to hurt.
Likes to kill.

Go home at night, look around.
A guy could be behind.
No he does not need prayer.
Fear feeds him most.

Sky is overcast, rain on the street
Can not hide from it, you can not survive.
If a guy walking down the street
You can find her death among the bushes.

To The Hilt

Go home at night, look around.
A guy could be behind.
No he does not need prayer.
Fear feeds him most.

Sharp knife, and his piercing eyes
In the dark you can not see the clothes in the shade
If you see him, do not stand still. Go away
Do not push your luck.

Do not push your luck, do not believe in themselves. Run

To The Hilt

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