Texty

Cruel, cold, evil hours Stripping us from what is ours Leading us all to be slaughtered Rich, poor, sons and daughters Soldiers of the reaper Carrying us to eternal slumber Shovels digging deeper Patiently waiting to put us under They never sleep, they never tire Dancing flame slowly dying The candle's melting as I'm breathing My own two lungs suffocating In the end, we are nothing Chacune d'elles te rappelle Que la dernière est mortelle Dancing flame slowly dying The candle's melting as I'm breathing My own two lungs suffocating Toutes blessent, la dernière tue Time's up
Writer(s): Lemire Collins Jimmy, Bergeron Kevin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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