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• Artiste: Bad Omens
• Titre: Malice
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Get up I'm paranoid, I'm sick, I'm not myself I bottled up and drank the pain but it wouldn't stay down Now I've got nothing to give, nothing to say for myself I'm nothing more than worm food six feet under the ground Fuck Malice Malice This is the death of me It's eating away at me, This disgusting disease I'm fucking sick, my stomach’s starting to bleed It's eating away at me I don't know what to do I'm fucking sick, I'll never be like you Malice Malice I don't believe in salvation but I believe in demons And I'll let you meet mine, if you really want to see them Once you go mad and slip through the cracks The path is too dark to see the tracks I was consumed by the dark, consumed by the black I made a deal with the devil I can't take back What's the point? What's the fucking point in any of this? If when we make it to the grave everyone just forgets What's the point? What's the fucking point in any of this? If when we make it to the grave no one gives a shit Malice Malice There's no more good left in me And I hope that you never meet This person that I've become This ugly fucking disease, it's eating away at me This disgusting disease, I'm fucking sick I'm not normal, and I can finally breathe