| I want to sing this evil prayer
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| To the loathsome bastards like me
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| They understand what I’m saying
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| Our days are numbered, no more playing
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| 'Cause we destroy all what we love
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| 'Cause destroy the smile and the soul
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| 'Cause we destroy all what we love
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| 'We are selfish and don’t care much
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| My days are numbered, I deserve to die
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| Don’t bless me now with a heart attack
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| I know myself I did some wrong
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| But I’m not ready yet to depart
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| I had a face, a reason to fight
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| Now I’m just a joke in my mind
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| I had a face, I had a soul
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| But now my heart just wants to stop!
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| Heart attack!
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| It’s a heart attack!
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| This is an evil prayer to the bastards like me
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| We are an evil creation, a cruel twist of fate
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| Tell me a different story something about real pain
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| I wish I could change the past now but I know I’m not god
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| I realize I’m just human and my heart will stop! |