Nazi Dentist - Hostile | Текст песни

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• Nazi Dentist
• Hostile

Hostile thoughts of contentment
Beckoning for the worst
Tell me it’s all in my head
It dictates my life

To wish I was beneath this world
To die whilst my heart’s still beating
Each morning, the sun still rises
But one day I’ll stop breathing

Yet not matter what I say or do
My vices makes me stay this way
Yet no matter what I say or do
I cannot live another day