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• Artiste: Icarus The Owl
• Titre: The Extortionist
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Next time I spill my guts, you will know it And there is not a damn thing you can do about it I've poured my soul into the hands of scheming liars And watched them crumble it all up in their fingers I hope you burn in hell for what you've done Only money mattered to you and never us You've taken the only thing that mattered to me Bound its ankles and threw it asea Next time I spill my guts, you will know it And there is not a damn thing you can do about it I've poured my soul into the hands of scheming liars And watched them crumble it all up in their fingers I'm waiting for my chance to come back to shore And flood the city that has cast me aside (You'll all be underwater) The day has come and we're all ecstatic to see our children That we birthed and raised But an evil man came and swiped up all our young ones And he laughed and got paid Next time I spill my guts, you will know it And there is not a damn thing you can do about it I've poured my soul into the hands of scheming liars And watched them crumble it all up in their fingers Are you waiting for my soul to break 'Til you cash in on your game of theft? I hope you someone catches on to you And puts your back behind bars Burn in hell