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• Artiste: Finch
• Titre: Famine Or Disease
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You got a need to suffer Prepare to duck and cover It's coming to you Words are unnecessary When you are dead and buried Does it matter to you? You've got a need to suffer Set fire to your lover It's coming to you No sense of precedent that Hate is the evidence that It all points to you You cant view the shoreline from the sea Now I wondered through the day This fucking look upon my face Blessed are the ones who help me on my way Now you're better off dead You've got a need to suffer Set fire to your brother It's coming to you No sense of precedent that Hate is the evidence that It all points to you You can't tell famine from disease Now I wondered through the day This fucking look upon my face Blessed are the ones who help me on my way Now you're better off dead You turn it off cos it turns you on We all burn up under the sun We're looking for you, I said We're looking for you You turn it off cos it turns me on We all burn up under the sun We're looking for you, I said We're fucking looking for you What's wrong again? What's wrong again? It's our chance to make you suffer We're looking for you Now I wondered through the day This fucking look upon my face Blessed are the ones who help me on my way Now you're better of dead, dead, dead