Sångtext Secret Lives Of The Freemasons: The Death Of

The Death Of


You blacken me, and then you walk away
In a pool of blood
You attack me like lions would
Sinking in this water, the dirt in mouth makes mud
I have no strength left to undo what they have done
We bet on nothing, a losing horses head
We kept on cutting till you ripped me to shreds
With friends like these, I don't need friends at all
With friends like these, you vultures, you cowards
Oh my, my, how you have grown into a bunch of backstabbing murderers
Well first you caught me out and then you took me down
We know all about you
You are our friends now
Monumental people living monumental lives
We are monumental people living in monumental times
Oh, you were so devilish
Devilish you were, Oh No







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