Drinking, drugged up, Completely shot to hellLeft behind, aint nothing left to sell, Oh, aint nothing left to sell.The hatred of your blood So tortured, so insaneDead ends lost hope, Keep running through your veins,Oh, running through your veins.Ohhhhhhhh,So high, and then I fellOhhhhhhhh, Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bellThe loss of one's self Inside the wheel of doom,Genocide is coming way too soon, Oh, way too soonThe undying fear, The strength of one's demiseBroke and strung out, You wave yourself goodbyeOh, goodbye. Ohhhhhhhh, so high, and then I fellOhhhhhhhh, Can't stop the ringingOhhhhhhhh, So high, and then I fellOhhhhhhhh, Can't stop the ringing of my funeral bell
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