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• Artiste: FUNERAL (Izzy Zuniga)
• Titre: Everybodydies
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Fuck it, it's over, I'm dead again Nine milli', I put it right through his skull Make it rumble, I feel like I'm Fred again.. I just might quit and go snap 'Cause I cannot relax, wanna kill the next president Fuck it, maybe it's the last one Maybe the one before that, either way, I give less of a fuck 'Cause if I'ma walk in, swear to God that I'm blasting, yeah Just give me a minute to plan it, yeah Just give me a minute to gather my thoughts 'cause I'm losing it, I cannot stand it, yeah, oh Everybody dies, we're not so alike I see things that make me die and you see things that give you life Every-everybody dies, we're not so alike I see things that make me die and you see things that give you life, oh (Oh, shit) I hate everything, I can't stand this ho around me Feel like Hell, I feel like drowning, feel like shit, I feel like drowning I hate everything, you can see the hate if you just look into my eyes When I kill myself, please don't act like it's a surprise Everybody dies, every-everybody dies I just hope to be the one that gets to decide In my mind, I'm standing by, I wither and die Why do I try? Oh, why do I try? I look at everyone around me in disgust And I torture myself everyday, I don't wanna get up I don't like the thought of being here with all these fucking cunts But I'm stuck here, what did I expect? That's just my fucking luck, oh Oh-oh Oh-oh-oh Fuck it, it's over, I'm dead again Nine milli', I put it right through his skull Make it rumble, I feel like I'm Fred again.. I just might quit and go snap 'Cause I cannot relax, wanna kill the next president Fuck it, maybe it's the last one Maybe the one before that, either way, I give less of a fuck 'Cause if I'ma walk in, swear to God that I'm blasting, yeah Just give me a minute to plan it, yeah Just give me a minute to gather my thoughts 'cause I'm losing it, I cannot stand it, yeah, oh Everybody dies, we're not so alike I see things that make me die and you see things that give you life Every-everybody dies, we're not so alike I see things that make me die and you see things that give you life Everybody dies, we're not so alike I see things that make me die and you see things that give you life Everybody dies, we're not so alike I see things that make me die and you see things that give you life