Fictional reality is breeding in your head
The ones you once sacrificed
Are bleeding instead
Being the pusher, straight to demolisher
Does not mean you are dead
So lay your head
Oh, what fun it is to ride
In a one horse open slade
You are too late
Bring the hate
There is no fate for anyone
Freeze
I kept on moving through the deathrow
Don't try to fool me
I say hell no
You gave me cigarettes
Said I could fall asleep
The last words you weeped
You had three children
But I'm proud of who I am
And what I got and what I did
Bonecrusher
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