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• Artiste: Warhellride
• Titre: Get Busy Dying
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Thirty fuckin' years locked inside a virulent cell. My fortress of such solitude, while others call it hell. I have no burning desire to see beyond these walls A life that I may have had once is too vague to recall Imagine how it feels to be a victim of lost time Released to unforgiving world, I open up my eyes I hardly ever knew myself, I might be late to know A hopeless, torn identity, I have no place to go Out there on my own, dreading the days that lie ahead There are no chances here for me, just broken words instead They set my body free, I built a prison in my mind Covered my expressions, while good thoughts are hard to find Imagine how it feels to be a victim of lost time Released to unforgiving world, I open up my eyes I hardly ever knew myself, I have nothing to give A hopeless, torn identity, I have no use to live The life I once wanted is not here anymore It left me here stranded with my heart on the floor My life still ain't over till the Fat Lady screams Tortured at the stake by the American Dream