Текст: Six Feet Under. 13.

13 pieces of your fate
13 dead that will awake
Dying slowly, closer, closer
13 pieces of my mind

13 pieces of my mind
13 bullets in your side
Dying slowly, closer, closer
13 stab wounds to your head

13 dead and 13 rotten
And now that old wounds have clotted
The terror that you felt
Will be the last thing that you feel

13 rot over ten years decayed
13 bodies will be left unburied
The terror that you felt
Last thing that you feel

13 broken scabbed and torn
13 victims not yet born
Dying slowly, closer, closer
13 pieces of my mind

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13 rot over ten years decayed
13 bodies will be left unburied
13 dead that will awake
13 pieces of your fate

13 bullets in your side
13 stab wounds to your head
13 broken scabbed and torn
13 victims not yet born