Death Words
There’s a fire in my heart,
Where does it start?
With the words spit like hail,
You set me up so I could fail?
The life of a living hell.
Locked in a cell of death and hate
I have finally fallen, my fate.
Now it’s too late.
Now you may celebrate.
Your crooked world, you think it’s straight.
Where does it start?
With the words spit like hail,
You set me up so I could fail?
The life of a living hell.
Locked in a cell of death and hate
I have finally fallen, my fate.
Now it’s too late.
Now you may celebrate.
Your crooked world, you think it’s straight.