Nothing to live for No hope left 666 is the number of the beast As I burn in the valley Everyones dieing I don't care Every ones crying Children scream in dispair Someday I may love Someday I may heal Someday I may have faith Someday it maybe real 666 666 666 blood runs in rivers Down the streets Unimaginable horror Where will we meet? Killers thrust their knives Into each others chests Peoples skin boils in the heat Lord, its so hot here Even the sky is burning Die! Die! Die! I feel like satan I AM satan As i drive my car over the edge 666 666 666 666 Lord, the sreams are so loud Ripping my brain to pieces Sooner or later everyone will die And that will be so soon.... HA! HA! HA! HA! 666 Is the number of the beast.....
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All comments welcome... see ya in hell......
Birth sign: Virgo
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