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Текст: The Haunted. All Against All.

Shut your fucking mouth
You don't know a single thing about me
So I heard what you said when he walked away
Don't you think I can add up the numbers?

It's a sour taste
A knowledge I wish I've never gained
So you think you could match me?
Well, these are the things I see

A perfect body, a twisted mind
Starvation and loathing
We fuck 'til it bleeds
Scratch claws and scream

'Til it feels like I'm almost alive
These are the words to justify
All against all

'Til it feels like
These are the words to justify
All against all

[Incomprehensible]
Tear me to pieces and feed the dogs
A thousand polite tiny lies
And I've memorized every single one of them

Did you think for a second I'd give you a taste?
Well, I'm sorry to say
You could turn yourself inside out, I'd still walk away

A perfect body, a twisted mind
Starvation and loathing
We fuck 'til it bleeds
Scratch claw and scream

'Til it feels like I'm almost alive
These are the words to justify
All against all

'Til it feels like
These are the words to justify
All against all

Broken promises
Like ashes through my fingers
It eats away my senses and my soul

I wither
Perhaps I said too much?
I just want somebody I can enjoy

We fuck 'til it bleeds
Scratch claw and scream

'Til it feels like I'm almost alive
These are the words to justify
All against all

'Til it feels like
These are the words to justify
All against all