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• Artiste: Stain Of Faith
• Titre: T.G.I.
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It's all by, the shell size That will give you what you want And I know, its hard to Imagine everything you see But you did those things to make me hate you And you did those things to make me hate you And I hate it For you the sun won't rise again From this fucking bullet sticking in your chest I'll stand by you till you're dead And leave you for the crows to pick your flesh I never wanted to do this, to go through All the bullshit All the madness from these days is Bringing an end to my pain And I'm ready to And I'm, and I'm ready to And I'm, and I'm ready to I'm ready to And I'm ready to ask you What did you think would happen? What choice did I have? Nothing but the one you left me, And the one you left wasn't that good I told you I was at my breaking point You reassured me you understood I was such a fool, to ever think, that Anything you said was true, stupid me Sorry What did you think would happen? What choice did I have, have, what choice did I have? Nothing but the one you left me And the one you left wasn't that good, I will never again be misunderstood I'll make my purpose loud and clear With this fucking bullet ripping through your ears And I hate Madness inside, surging right in and out of me Why won't you die, as your mind screams goodbye