Pantera 10's текст песни, слова песни 10's Pantera
Pantera - 10's
old, drop into fruitless dying
It was tempting and bared, the whoring angel rising
Now burning prayers, my silent time of losing
(Chorus)
My foes - they can't destroy my body
Colliding slow, like life itself
Long for the blur, we cannot dry much longer
Cement to dirt, disgusted with my cheapness
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
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