Deadman Rockin
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Yigit_Tr said:Blackened pride still burns inside
This shell of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a barrel of fun
For the love of living death.
New one,
Here, I am the knife in my hand...
And now I understand why the genius must die
Now I stand alone in the darkness
With his blood upon my hands
Where sat the warrior the poet
Now lie the framents of a man
Ok Then:
So now you're dead well wha' dya know
And am I sorry no, I don't think so