Flat-Line (исполнитель: Dawn Of Ashes)

Bounded, this hate grows colder
Sorrow eyes, black with murder
Erase the hope for mankind
Damned in your broken lies
Self reflect
The suffering [bad word] 
Self reflect
Worthless disciple
Self reflect
You suffering [bad word] 
Self reflect

Face me
You're nothing to me
You'll see a damaged seed
Face me
You're nothing to me
In this [bad word]  you're just a disease
Face me
You're nothing to me
You'll see a damaged seed
Face me
You're nothing to me
In this [bad word]  you're just a disease
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