The Fest of Wall - The Rates | Текст песни

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Intro:
Sell your soul

Verse 1:
Let the game with fate begin
I feel the breath of death behind
Fear makes me do the first step
WHY?
How to live if you lost all
No escape from the judgement of destiny
I sold myself as fucking whore
The rates are being no more

Pre-chorus:
Hands tear my flesh into pieces
That flame burns me inside
Deadline is so close
Only strongest survive

Verse 2:
It is so typical, apocalyptical
I don't need in you, I wouldn't be with you
What is the God doesn't care?
The satan take your fucking hand
Is the hope dies last? Well, hope on last
Look at me, to my bleeding eyes
I'm here to say the end
NO MORE TIME, I WOULDN'T PRAY FOR YOU!
I WILL KILL YOU!
Know, that

[Pre-chorus x2]

End:
So who will be next
In this dead game
Do the first and last step, to the dark
To the edge of life

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