Facing the end
Who gives a shit
Give into hate
Give it to me
Embers burn, skin will boil
Blood will spill, blood will spoil
Knuckles clenched, cracking skulls
Treads are worn from crushing bones
Fight forever
Kill each other
Fight each other
Kill forever
Hatred critical mass
This execution won't be my last
Infinite force, infinite death
Murder on my mind with every breath
Cross hairs filled with victims
Battleground a killing system
Hunt you all till there's nothing left
Bloodthirsty humanity, just want to rot
Falling for your weakest thoughts
Knuckles clenched, cracking skulls
Treads are worn from crushing bones
Fight forever
Kill each other
Fight each other
Kill forever
Constant conflict will never own me
I'm even stronger than you could ever think
I was born in torture seething in my soul
You cannot kill me
This is living
This is thriving
This is thriving
This is thriving
Say it together, kill each other
Say it together, kill forever
Atskirkim faktus nuo vaizduotes. Faktas#1: svetaines atmosfera itempta. Faktas#2: lankosi daugiamete neapykanta man jauciantys zmones. Vaizduote#1: vieni nariai susimoke su kitais. Vaizduote#2: esu sekamas Vaizduote#3: laukiama mano mirties. Kas tiesa
Jei netikrumas yra geriausia ne kaltinti liga, valdzia ar ateivius visokius. Tad Einarai: ar esi pries mane susimokes; ar mane seki; ar pabrezdamas lauki mano mirties. Trys klausimai estafete. Jei bus lengviau bendraut man po to su musico nariais.
Einarai+4Blackberry, esme ne skaiciukuose, bet esme kad liga man sako jog daug gaidziu susimoke, gaidziai stebi gaidindamiesi, daug gaidziu mirties nori. Taigi toks vat nesaugumo jausmas ir itarinejimai del to. Kaip cia yra?