drinking, drugged up, completely shot to hell left behind, aint nothing left to sell oh, aint nothing left to sell the hatred of your blood so tortured, so insane dead ends, lost hope keep running through your veins oh, running through your veins ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell The loss of one's self Inside the wheel of doom Genocide is coming way too soon. oh, way too soon The undying fear the strength of one's demise broke and strung out you wave yourself goodbye oh, goodbye ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing ohhhhhhhh So high, and then I fell ohhhhhhhh Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell
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