Pneumatic Detach - Deathgift
Past lives we can not mend
Failure from the start
Over and over and torn apart
I'll scream it with my last breath
I am living for my deathgift
Let's scream it with our last breaths
We're wishing for our deathgift
Let's die, nothings left inside!
No purpose has greater waste
Suffer or release your pain
Repeat your lies
Your dead soul is a flesh disguise
Lets! Die! Nothing's left to hide
I'll die nothing's left inside
No еxistence has greatеr waste
No pleasure no embrace
Regurgitate your lies
Your black soul is a flesh disguise
Lets! Die! Nothing's left to hide!
I'll die, nothing's left inside!
Existence is all waste
No pleasure no embrace
Gutted inside
We are nothing but a flesh disguise!
I die! Nothing's left inside!
Screaming with our last breaths
Were longing for our deathgift
Scream it with our last breaths
We're wishing for our deathgift
Hand me over to my only grave
No rotting thoughts for me left to save
Come and join me in my perfect grave
Close our eyes as we fade away
This is the end
This is the end
Scream it it's your last breath
Begging for your deathgift
Scream it it's your last gift
We will suffer forever!
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