Paroles de Venom
A tremble pulse rushes through the veinsA cough for help is what sinks
A million hands build a circle
Of disorder and destruction
A shade of black is on our lungs
Trying to protect our precious desire
Seeing through smoke among
Which is an abyss for control.
Knife hits
Snake bites
And heroes are falling
The shade of lone ones
Stop.
Pure hate we get.
Stop.
What we deserve.
Amuse to death
Swallow the dirt.
A shade of black is on our lungs
Trying to protect our precious desire
Seeing through smoke among
Which is an abyss for control.
Knife hits
Snake bites
And heroes are falling
The shade of lone ones
Stop.
Pure hate we get.
Stop.
What we deserve.
Amuse to death
Swallow the dirt.
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