WLVS - The Believer | Текст песни

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gimme reason,gimme faith,gimme lust for hate.
i got your mudd in my mouth & face down again.
how will you spend my money,you,robbers & thieves?
will you buy 7 bitches or methamphetamines?
your throat is gutter that smells like rotten meat
& i don't wanna know how much money in it.
don't wanna wait untill this world will get out of coma.
forever fucked up.
i'll better find another.
but it still goes on,
but it still goes on & on.
making profit of broken hearts & those who together are falling apart.
your business is killing my love.
so fuckin fed up. i really fuckin full enough.
feel high as much as i hate it,
you'll be forgotten one day but forever hated.
you will never kick my love out of my heart,
i won't give it up.

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