Terror In Haddonfield - Sick Is The New Sane | Текст песни

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• Terror In Haddonfield
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I thought that I could call you my friend,
But when I look at your face all I see is pretend.
Go ahead and take that knife out from behind your back.
And you act like I'm the one who stabbed.
You lying fuck, the jig is up.
You lying fuck.
You better count yourself lucky you felt like blood,
Cause sometimes I tend to go crazy.
I'll tear this shit at the seams.
I'll tear this shit at the seams.
Rip it up.
Betrayer.
Betrayal.
Betrayed.
It's a god damn heresy.
You went behind my back.
Heresy.
There's a special place in hell just for you.
The verdict is in,
You will fade into the shadows.
A forgotten name, a blurry face,
All fading away.
The verdict is in.
The verdict is in.
1, 2, 3, Go.
A forgotten name, a blurry face,
All fading away.
One day your life will go up in flames.
I say, burn it to the ground.
What did you expect, playing with fire?
Burn it to the ground.
What did you expect, playing with fire?
When all that's left are the ashes of regret,
Scattering in the wind.
Dead and gone.
Tonight we say cheers to the demise of a deserving young man,
So raise your glasses high.
Rest in agony.
Rest in agony.

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