Egy régebbi versem, de nagyon passzol a mostani hangulatomhoz:
I'll be the murder of your god,I'll hang up the fuckin';
say for It good bye...with your little dead arms
Never see the pride, always back down;
It's your fuckin' hanged god, com'n baby smile, bitch smile!!
Why are you cry? Why are you leave?
Why are you outrun,it's your home made fantasy!!
Give the last ray of the sun, over the dark rainbow;
Dead bride in white, take your heart of god.
Do you think I'm crazy, couse I'm leave you alone?
Do you think I'm liar, couse I'm call you a whore?
Grow up, little nothin, for that loser world;
Where the people are ated by worms.
People are smiling everywhere,but they have a good mask;
Take your mask near the heart, and see the world with your brand new eyes.
Dead cars are smoking in the highway,escapeing from the monkey island;
Near the road, standing line the fuckin' hanged gods.
Never hope,I'll never hang up you;
It's your punishment, to live in this bad-ruled world.
Egyik ismerősömék kisebb változtatásokkal dalt csináltak belőle.
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