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Waste Disposal Machine: iD Code [textos]
terça-feira, setembro 21, 2004

In The Hour of Death

Now it's too late but I realize
It was all in vain all my hate
It grew inside me but now it dies
My path was traced, it was my ill fate
All my dreams were crushed

All my screams silenced
All my rage in vain
All my fear it turns to pain.
All my life I suffered the lies
So now I might as well
Tell you the truth:
I didn't see the truth
It was in your eyes
They cruelly pierced my head
All my dreams, they were crushed
All my screams they turn to pain.

In the hour of death all my fear turns to pain

Now it's too late but I realize
It was all in vain all my hate
I tried to break the ice an' tear down the wall
Now I'm about to go
All my dreams were crushed
All my screams silenced
All my rage in vain
All my fear it turns to pain.

All my life I suffered the lies
So now I might as well
Tell you the truth:
I didn't see the truth
It was in your eyes
They cruelly pierced my head
All my dreams, they were crushed
All my screams they turn to pain.

All my fear turns to pain in the hour of death

All my fear turns to pain in the hour of death

Life was obedience

Inner-self collapsed

My mind was erased

In the hour of death

[I shall turn my fear into your pain]

iD Code [Waste Disposal Machine 2004]

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posted by Waste Disposal Machine @ terça-feira, setembro 21, 2004,

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