Fate is to be found somewhere and I am halfway there If that is all for sure - there is no cure And if I'm diehard to the core Then will I live forever
[Kreator Cover] Die! Slowly you're dying From this contagious disease Once you're infected there's no hope of a cure Your passing is a sure thing Your
out my hand You wore an overcoat robe, face was disclosed Now was this a dream or reality I was about to become one of Satan's fuckin fatalities In silence
when I was conceived. This was the temperature when I was born. This is the night I caught a fatal illness. This is the method by which I was cured.
] KottonMouth Kings need to open up your mind With the kind come and get a dose of reality Think about the good things in life Because negativity only brings fatality, fatalities
Die! Slowly you're dying From this contagious disease Once you're infected there's no hope of a cure Your passing is a sure thing Your thoughts are empty
terminal, what disease told me too late what's this cough and wheeze fatal, you're shittin' me a second opinion is what I need laughin' in a windstorm
gone! Jesp Van Cleave, the first found dead, drowned in the stream While we was having a bath, "A terrible misfortune, Was an incredible and fatal accident
what comes free You're like a stinky old cheese, babe Just gettin' riper with age You're like a fatal disease, babe But there's no cure So let this
gruge Pour une arme trouve dans un QG La j'accuse les jures pourtant il avaient jures De ne pas rendre un verdict pur et puree d'cure De nature les
tongue and dangers at the tip of her fingers Streets Are On Fire To- Night [Verse 1: Lupe] Disease the virus is spreading in all directions No safe zone no cure
d'vrais porter une fourrure. Pour l'etat c'est comme une biture, pour les tox' c'est pire qu'une cure, putain d'piqures. Bourrage lyrical, fatal effet
heavens The darkness is thickening, breathing gets harder The balance is off, some take more than give back, the attitude, ignorance, proved to be fatal
: Hades on the Earth Condemned cities From evil populations Violence, fatal crimes Chaos will lead us to destruction The streets lost it's freedom to
: Die slowly, you're dying From this contageous disease Once you're infected there's no hope of a cure Your passing is a sure thing Your thoughts are