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You wont get a break in hell

Don't quit your short shift of guilt

With your 40 thieves

A boulevard stroll could get you killed

Never had reasons

Forsaken to never be forgiven

Non-stoppers they search the city endless

They gain a mile were states away within defenses

Bodies piled the acid rain

Turn into soil with age the widows wailing

You have surely lit the fuse

Couldn't get a clue so the gun gets used

Forced to creep within the blackest shadows

Forced to creep

Forced

Within the blackest shadows

His nail, his nail I gotta rip it, break it

I'm tired, tired of all this thievery

The hand, the hand, like a nail hammer it

Were wired for violence, and you've tried to deceive

Casket dancer

It's pure blasphemy

Casket dancer

You've tried to deceive