Final Trial
Making me destroy myself and bring it all to death
I am not thinking of growing the trees
I`m thinking of making all the people bleed
I don`t want you to talk to me, so baby, shut up
And bring me from the basement my favorite gun
Check out if the bullets are still in there
Today is the day i`m gonna take my share
CHORUS
Head off the body, isn`t it sweet?
I like to see em dying and fallin` to my feet
Sooner or later this whole damned town
Will be spendin` it`s useless life under the ground
So many pints of blood are on my hands
And so many bodies have no heads
And now i`m really happy, now i can smile
Cause they all deserved this final trial
Chorus
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