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• Artiste: Silent Scythe
• Titre: To Each His Own
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Battered - Torn Apathetic scorn Tattered - Worn Wishing I was stillborn Broken nails scratch the face Until it bleeds the pain Breathing fear into the lungs Until I need the strain Confiscating, generating All the things you're forsaking Escalating, Elevating All the things I'm hating No redemption Hatered has grown I seek no pardon From this day: No mercy shown In the end: To each his own Ruptured - Crossed Emotion's holocaust Future - Lost No matter the cost Nervous hands touch the skin Refraining from the cold Left without, dead within Detain a broken soul Confiscating, generating All the things you're forsaking Escalating, Elevating All the things I'm hating No redemption Hatered has grown I seek no pardon From this day: No mercy shown In the end: To each his own You... cannot kill what's already dead When judgement comes: To each his own No redemption Hatered has grown I seek no pardon From this day: No mercy shown In the end: To each his own "In birth souls have no equal Inside good versus evil In life they're deceitful Lost amongst the people In death there is no sequal In death we're all equal".