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Running Wild - Running Blood lyrics
You rule the world, but we don't care. You don't impress whatever you dare. We hate violence, enough of you lies. Flame to our anger, you pay the price. Your fate is scaled without a doubt. Verdict guilty, no way out. Trick out treat is what they play. The hand of doom will have its way. Roaring thunder The hearts of men your man your five-star meal. Roaring thunder you wrecked the car, so hands of the wheel. You pollute the world, with your snaketalk tongue. We'll never give up, until you're gone. You squeeze us out, you rape the earth. Pour recklessness, there's nothing worth. Your fate is scaled without a doubt. Verdict guilty, no way out. Trick out treat is what they play The hand of doom will have its way Roaring thunder The hearts of men your man your five-star meal Roaring thunder you wrecked the car, so hands of the wheel Predaciousness, to fill up your lair, We know the truth, tho' you're not aware A darkened power grabs your throat No time for mercy, 'cause you've sunk the boat Your fate is scaled without a doubt Verdict guilty, no way out Trick out treat is what they play The hand of doom will have its way Roaring thunder The hearts of men your man your five-star meal Roaring thunder you wrecked the car, so hands of the wheel |
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