Текст (слова) песни: Pantera - Living Through Me (Hell`s Wrath)
I cannot take the take, your condition was nod awakeA selfish cryer, boldface liar, robbing all of what you could take inStabbed towards a death, a dirty smelling girlShit decisions, no provisions, filling veins with juice of chaos Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,Sunken eyes, whining dog, it`s times like thisYou should pray for neverI broke your fucking mold, then threw away theCast, new religion and new provisions, it`s amazing you`re alive Drop the needle and stop what you`re changing intoErase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed moreSo I mended severed ties, through flesh we cauterizedthe undeserving, sliming, writhing, I filled you up with watered promise Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley fuck, angel dust, anal whore,Bleeding knees, it`s times like this to pray for murder So now I`ve seen it all, Hells` wrath,No man has greater glory, cause now you`re living through meSo I`m done with saving you, a gift unto myself,A tired savior, a wasted favor, and I`m lucky I`m alive
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