The Outline - Death To Our Enemies (We'll Make 'Em Sorry) | Текст песни

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• Death To Our Enemies (We'll Make 'Em Sorry)

We fold, in cold,
Lonely but never quite alone
We're told, grow old
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone

We sold our soul
The spring of life we've left and grown
In bold, script code
The choice is chalk
The path is known


Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way?

We fold, in cold,
Lonely but never quite alone
We're told, grow old
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to

Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way?

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