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Six Feet Under Bringer Of Blood

I'd rather die, than to live in this fucked world Mr. President, I'm not here to do your dirty work Alone, I think I'm fighting a losing battle Worth

Crack my skull inside my head once alive now braindead Stick a needle in my skin, I can't feel a fucking thing I can't control the way I have lived through

feel like the walls are closing in I'm still alive but I might as well be dead I feel like the walls are closing in I feel like the walls are closing

Murdered in the basement, blood stains on cement Murdered in the basement, a hammer to the head Murdered in the basement, something's rotten in the cellar

I only kill when I can't keep them four days And then I sleep them to the grave, that's right bitch, uh huh You'll know I'm there when I follow, turn

demons haunt The heart pumps then it stops Flow through your life then you drop Blood, the blood, in blood, the blood, dark, dark demons haunt The very blood

t make it Dead to me- you re dead to me- you re dead to me, all dead to me Dead dead you re soon to be dead I put a 12-gauge under my chin Dead to me-

Bringer of blood This one's from the heart Together we re as one Bringer of blood It will never end- blood is our bond Together we re as one Bringer of

: Crack my skull inside my head once alive now braindead Stick a needle in my skin- I can't feel a fucking thing I can't control the way I have lived