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• Artiste: Fit For An Autopsy
• Titre: Wither
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Put me in the fucking ground Ugly fucking gods, ugly fucking heroes Bow to your masters Count your worthless fucking zeroes Look me in the eye and tell me I'm a sap Like the trees that leak green gold Suck it out till they all collapse I'm not a victim, at least I never thought I was I'm just a product of my environment Just the salted fucking slug Pocket stuffer, motherfucker, soul stealer, bottom feeder Just put me in the fucking groud Ugly fucking gods, ugly fucking heroes Bow to your masters count your worthless fucking zeroes Watch me wither I'm just the salted fucking slug watch me wither I'm just the salted fucking slug watch me wither I'm just the salted fucking slug born to burn Give unto the pigs what they year Give me hate in your handshake Give me hell in pain I embrace it Born to die Born to rot in a soup of flies Leave me in the pines Let my body become the decay in my mind We all deserve the shovel We all deserve the crown To a kingdom of dirt and devils So just put me in the fucking groud A kingdom of dirt and devils Nothing more, nothing less A kingdom of dirt and devils Nothing is pure, nothing is left.