Pain
Single • 1999
My gun is pumping - you're down on your knees A closer step to death I think I'm coming, are you ready to recieve I spray you full with my killer disease I'm coming inside, I'll break you down Your end of your life I stole your soul, I'm in control I just made you mine It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces Crushed by the facts It's the end of the line It's not what it supposed to be How could this be Face the enemy and meet reality How could you be so blind Now you're lasting death it controls your mind Suffering years ahead I came inside I broke you down I ended your life I stole your soul I was in control and I made you mine It's the end of the line
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 25, 2025
My gun is pumping - you're down on your knees A closer step to death I think I'm coming, are you ready to recieve I spray you full with my killer disease I'm coming inside, I'll break you down Your end of your life I stole your soul, I'm in control I just made you mine It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces Crushed by the facts It's the end of the line It's not what it supposed to be How could this be Face the enemy and meet reality How could you be so blind Now you're lasting death it controls your mind Suffering years ahead I came inside I broke you down I ended your life I stole your soul I was in control and I made you mine It's the end of the line
Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 25, 2025
I gotta think of something to make you think less Of me, that I am nothing To hold on to 'cause we are through I dislike you I wish that you could hate me Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind If the bitch would have a son Then I would be the one, so hate me Geese, flying from the winter That's what I should do, do, do or become a sprinter And run away 'cause we are through I dislike you I wish that you could hate me Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind If the bitch would have a son Then I would be the one, I am being mean Like no one's ever been, just hate me, just hate me I wish that you could hate me Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind I wish that you could hate me Then things would be so easy, just get me off your mind If the bitch would have a son Then I would be the one, so hate me
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 25, 2025
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