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To The Grave
To The Grave
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Dane Evans
Dane Evans
Ведущий вокал
Jack Simioni
Jack Simioni
Электрогитара
Matt Clarke
Matt Clarke
Электрическая бас-гитара
Simon O'Malley
Simon O'Malley
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Luke Ringin
Luke Ringin
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Dane Evans
Dane Evans
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Jack Simioni
Jack Simioni
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Matt Clarke
Matt Clarke
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Simon O'Malley
Simon O'Malley
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Luke Ringin
Luke Ringin
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Red dots on the radar I'd find more guts in a graveyard Pull it, pull it, do us all a favour Pussy with a platform, it's target practice when we cross paths Hollow points in the chamber Fire up the chainsaws Cut off their limbs Keep a bullet spare in case I turn into one of them The devil's activist right under the surface If I died trying it'd be worth it Drag these clowns back to the circus You made your choice Stole their voice Pull it out from underneath you So fucking funny to be so see-through The butt of the joke and nobody likes you So I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Tried to drown me in a sea of the shallowest threats I've seen the rats scatter right into traps, gather behind our backs I've seen blood circle the drain again and again I got a bag full of body parts I heard the scent attracts the next zombie march Finish the war you started anticarnist Those so insecure you influence Bearing the mark of the ignorant In one ear and out the other execution style Backed into a corner (branded ones get slaughtered) Do red dot sights make you nervous? Snakes on a screen, fucking shedding purpose Do red dot sights make you nervous? You made your choice Stole their voice Hide behind clickbait, I know you're a bitch mate Knife in your spine make you sit straight down Knife in your spine make you sit straight down Sit straight down So I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I see a coward to my right and his army on my left I look into your fucking eyes and I see a fully-grown bitch in his bastard habitat Venom dripping from your mouth better off shut SOS is stab on sight when they send the shots Weapons in our hands, point blank headshot (Oh)
Writer(s): Matt Clark, Dane Evans, Simon O'malley, Jack Simioni, Luke Ringin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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