Текст, перевод и аккорды “Flat-Line”
- Bounded, this hate grows colder Sorrow eyes, black with murder Erase the hope to for mankind Damned in your broken lies Self reflect The suffering bastard Self reflect Worthless disciple Self reflect You suffering bastard Self reflect Face me You're nothing to me You'll see a damaged seed Face me You're nothing to me In this hell, you're just a disease
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