I Grow Tired Of This Bothersome World
I Wait For Death, Eyes Closed, Fist Clenched
The Winter Wind Cold, Around Me It Swirled
The Grill Of A Semi Hear My Final Words
[Car Swerve & Impact FX]
It Licks Away My Blood In Fear
Splattered On The Front Of The SOD
The Beast Releases A Fearful Roar
My Soul Whispers Its Icy Creed
Bite Your Tongue, Hold Your Words
Choose Them Solemn Or They Wont Be Heard
I May Be Dead But I Left A Scar
You Can Never Clean The Grill Of Your Car
Your Mind Is Cursed With Blood And Gore
You Will Live This Nightmare, Forever More
[You Will Remember My Face]x2
[You Can Taste The Blood]x2
View User's Journal
Storage Room
~Blood Dyed Blue, 2011~
 |
