Текст: Pantera. The Great Southern Trendkill. Living Through Me (Hells' Wrath).

I cannot take the take,
your condition was nod awake
A selfish cryer, boldface liar,
robbing all of what you could take in

Stabbed towards a death,
a dirty smelling girl
Shit decisions, no provisions,
filling veins with juice of chaos

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Painted face, olive drab, swollen hole, empty bag,
sunken eyes, whining dog,
it's times like this you should pray for never

I broke your fucking mold
then threw away the cast,
new religion and new provisions,
it's amazing you're alive

Drop the needle and stop what you're changing into
Erase the end dissolving, disgrace is needed more

So I mended severed ties,
through flesh we cauterized
the undeserving, sliming, writhing,
I filled you up with watered promise

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Spitting teeth, oral lust, alley fuck,
angel dust, anal whore, bleeding knees,
it's times like this to pray for murder
So now I've seen it all,
Hells' wrath,
no man has greater glory,
cause now you're living through me

So I'm done with saving you,
a gift unto myself,
a tired savior, a wasted favor,
and I'm lucky I'm alive

I broke your fucking mold
then threw away the cast

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