Слова:
Children Of Bodom Are You Dead Yet

myself ARE YOU DEAD YET? Wake up, don't cry. Regenerate to deny the truth, The fiction you live in blindfold your eyes. Disclosure, self loathing. This time you

myself ARE YOU DEAD YET? Wake up, don't cry. Regenerate to deny the truth, The fiction you live in blindfold your eyes. Disclosure, self loathing. This time you

is your fate, calling my name Calling me pain, and if you stay, you'll bite the scythe Waiting for you I want to just tell you If you want peace, prepare

way. Dig up yourself from your grave. Bad to the bone, raised in the gutter, Not exactly a muthafucking role model. To you looking down on me. FUCK YOU

: What you mean Before I go high, I'm very down You know I'm strong enough to get it again You try to be on the way, not be trashed, lost and strungout

do you see Another trophy like a fuckin' dead beat Close your eyes, take a step inside Insanity and abnormality It's not what you call reality But you

ask myself ARE YOU DEAD YET? Wake up, don't cry. Regenerate to deny the truth, The fiction you live in blindfold your eyes. Disclosure, self loathing. This time you

is your fate, calling my name Calling me pain, and if you stay, you'll bite the scythe Waiting for you I want to just tell you If you want peace, prepare

way. Dig up yourself from your grave. Bad to the bone, raised in the gutter, Not exactly a muthafucking role model. To you looking down on me. FUCK YOU