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• Artiste: Muted
• Titre: Closer to Death
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We load up the wingspan with rockets To send them to their god While rich men in suits line their pockets Our hands are stained with blood They try to divert our attention away from the trap that they've been baiting What you must realize is that we're all conscripts in waiting Now I'm here, my belly's filled with fear with what I owe to Satan Never spent my life loving but perpetually hating I've been thinking deep within my head Time for blinking is time to end up dead I've taken many lives but I've never seen their eyes Theres no discrimination when you're bombing from the skies So am I a saint or a sinner? Or somewhere in between? A man who lives life as a killer Will always have bad dreams They try to divert our attention away from the trap that they've been baiting What you must realize is that we're all conscripts in waiting Now I'm here, my belly's filled with fear with what I owe to Satan Never spent my life loving but perpetually hating I've been thinking deep within my head Time for blinking is time to end up dead I've taken many lives but I've never seen their eyes Theres no discrimination when you're bombing from the skies But now I feel I'm Closer To Death Like I can almost see his face And when I take my final breath My soul will fly off into space Because I cannot pay the debt I owe I feel the clock is counting down And in the darkness of the great unknown May be an ocean where we all will drown