where I stand Blood still running down my arm, from all the cuts in my hands I must enter the unholy cell I must enter a passage to Hell Someone is ringing
I stand Blood still running down my arm, from all the cuts in my hands I must enter the unholy cell I must enter a passage to hell Someone is ringing
I stand Blood still running down my arm, from all the cuts in my hands I must enter the unholy cell I must enter a passage to Hell Someone is ringing
think about it, Old Billy was right Let's kill all the lawyers, kill 'em tonight You don't want to work, you want to live like a king But the
