Vārdi:
Morning Again To Die A Bitter Death

done youA've risen to the expectations but whose goals have really been met you never thought you were inflicted unknowingly, you dia a bitter death

) It ain't a pastry It ain't sweet or tasty (come on) Bitter is bad liver But still embrace (come on) I take slow breaths Exhale a slow death Euphanasia

I quote that I'm r-a-w So make room, cause fighters are doomed Try to consume, and make your own tune A grave from a casket, a tisket a tasket You're

down on the catherine wheel Drawn into a corner A symphony of resounding shrieks in my head I court a sure, sudden death But give no quarter A paper

death is gonna catch up to all one day, But yours is coming quicker then ours, then ours. Some things I may have taken for granted again and again,

death is gonna catch up to all one day, But yours is coming quicker then ours, then ours. Some things I may have taken for granted again and again,

It ain't a pastry It ain't sweet or tasty (come on) Bitter is bad liver But still embrace (come on) I take slow breaths Exhale a slow death Euphanasia

death is gonna catch up to all one day, But yours is coming quicker then ours, then ours. Some things I may have taken for granted again and again,

all from the same place A putrid forgotten gutter's bowel And in the middle of the nest Something as a crown A crown made of rats all linked by the