Слова:
The Beloved Failure On My Lips

break off my legs So I don?t feel this anymore Choking on all of the feeling That I?m swallowing in Tasting the failure on my lips That I've lead in

and break my legs so I don't feel this anymore. Choking on all of the feeling that I'm swallowing in. Tasting the failure on my lips that I've lead in

your most beloved to death in order to save your own dysgenitic hide. - But ther is one noble path; a proper finish for your miserable existence. Admit your failure

go you'll be with me My first though and my last Though we'll depart in bitterness One day you'll understand Carry on Beloved maiden, mine Carry on Or