theres a place where you go after you die
where you sit in the dark and cry
you scream and shout in pain
you cuss and use the lords name in vain
your wrists are chained ur feet are burned
you smell dead bodys and your stomach starts to churn
the place is called the cave of death
soon this will be a place to regret
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Song of the day: Suburbs - Junior Achiever
"Youve got the big house, Driving your fancy car, Living on a quiet street, Who do you think you are? Remove yourself from social disease Way out in the suburbs, suburbs."
"Youve got the big house, Driving your fancy car, Living on a quiet street, Who do you think you are? Remove yourself from social disease Way out in the suburbs, suburbs."
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Is this how ur feeling?
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