Текст (слова) песни: The Distillers - Sick Of It All
Murder murder a ripe blood stain Pulled the fucking trigger cause Im sick of it all Murder murder a ripe fucking hate Pulled the fucking trigger cause Im sick of it all
I went to school today with an oozi Theres this kid he teased me so i shot em in the face All the worlds light wont ease my pain It wont cease im diseased will you hang me please I`m a nihilist raised on violence What do i do im american youth All my life ive lived in silence Im gonna snap ill get you back
Im a girl im only 13 my body rots Cause i wont fucking eat Im a silent star on a b-roll Im a mirror fucking image of no control Give me the award i conquered food again What else is better in life than to purge my pain If i cut, i wont look like that If i cut if i cut i wont feel like this
We are kids we think life is a scam We come from wasted land We are kids we play punk rock and roll If we didnt we got no soul We are different kids with the same heartbeat We got one pulse running through the streets They are our arteries I am part of this
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