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• Artiste: Stampin' Ground
• Titre: Dead From The Neck Up
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Dead from the neck up I know you hate to face the truth but can't you see me I'm not like... You can count the true friends you have on the fingers of no hands You never looked before you leap Never think before you speak The things you think of as your strengths I depise for being weak You made my acquaintance with broken glass I know you hate to face the truth even when you're faced with the proof Can't you see that you're just a fake? How much of this can you take? You're dead from the neck up Look deep in every shadow You know you'll see me there Awoke the thug within me No guilt, only despair You're dead from the neck up You rained blood on my parade I live for retribution My life incomplete Buried alive, beneath your lies Impotent rage stinging my eyes choking, fish out of water On the last true word that you never said I gaze at indifferent stars and hope you suffer wherever you are You made my acquaintance with broken glass I know you hate to face the truth Even when you're faced with the proof Can't you see that you're just a fake? How much more of this can you take? Your sin burns in my veins I live and breathe your pain I piss upon your worthless pride You are everything I despise You rained blood on my parade