The Crawling - Choking on Concrete | Текст песни

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Choking, choking, choking,
Choking on concrete.
Choking, choking, choking,
Choking on concrete.

Burned, broken, raped,
Starved, beaten, and craved.
400 times a whore, and sold for more.
Breathing blood for air, this can’t go on.

I just want to die.
Release me from this hell.
I cannot tell a soul.
A promise cast in stone.

No shelter from the cold.
Only sixteen years old.
Pleading for the end, the urge to die.
Laughter, bleeding, reason why?

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