4 acessos
Go to Hell said the demon, laughing at your foolish fate.
Die in your own filth, for now it is far too late.
Last night I woke up only to find I'm already dead.
All I could remember was that I never lived a day.
Born into a life, born into a lie.
Like a puppet by a string.
"Go to Hell" said the demon, laughing at your foolish fate.
Die in your own filth, for now it is far too late.
Cities of the undead lie restless in their own graves.
Programmed to obey, by the gods of television.
Lost by the light of darkness, their path has been chosen.
Feeding from another, we drink from the blood of greed.