Ill-Disposed Slow Death Factory текст песни, слова песни Slow Death Factory Ill-Disposed
Ill-Disposed - Slow Death Factory
My figure staring back at me
I wish my death would crack my shell
I wish to God, I wish to Hell
All this time I swore my faith
To what was bad, I contemplate
A session made, a circle hard
A ring of evil taking part
Too unlikely I will live
Another day nothing to get
I wish my death would crack my shell
I wish to God, I wish to Hell
Too unlikely I will live
But who gives a fuck anyway
The darkness: Mine
Forever: Time
The pain is: My game
The game is: My pain
Come with me I'll show you all the wonderful sights
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