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Naumachia - MUERTOS
REMEMBER, AND DON' T FORGET
IT' S A HARD LONELY RIDE
ONCE YOU GET ON THE TRACK
IT FUCKING HURTS INSIDE.
I' M COLD DEEP INSIDE
I SQUEEZE THE GLASS
CAN'T BE A PARACITE
LIFE WON' T JUST PASS.
NUMB INSIDE WITH THE BOOZE
I ANTICIPATE AND CAN' T HELP
ITS SUDDEN BURST AND OOZE
THROUGH MY SENSELESS LIDS
I STARE AT THE DOOR
AND WISH FOR THE END
RED DROPS FALL ON THE FLOOR
DAY TURNS INTO ANOTHER
REMEMBER, AND DON' T FORGET
IT' S A HARD LONELY RIDE
ONCE YOU GET ON THE TRACK
IT FUCKING HURTS INSIDE.
ASS KICKED HARD
MIND FUCKED UP
KEEPING A LOW PROFILE
YOU WON' T EVER LOOK UP
ITS HURTS TO THE BONE
SO I DRINK ALONE
SWALLOWING ANOTHER BEER
MIXED WITH SALTY TEAR.
EVERY DAY I LOSE MY LIFE
PURSUING THE UNATTAINABLE
I MAKE ME LIFE SO UNDURABLE.
ASS KICKED HARD
MIND FUCKED UP
KEEPING A LOW PROFILE
YOU WON' T EVER LOOK UP
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