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Sick and tired
Of unlucky days
Many time life trick or treats
With heartache and chage
Like a broken record,
Nothing clever to play
I'm no good they say
What am I fighting for
Pack your bags
And hit the streets
With these dirty vocal chords
That will never be in key
These empty streets and dreams
You're not there looking for me
Walking dead
The only glory is the end
To crash into life
One more day alone
To hold the failures
That are my own
I've looked at my existence
I want out
Left torn down in our tracks
Where's your saving grace now?
The battle good vs. evil
Never come out on top
Hides behind misconception
This world turned itself on
My sanity is nowhere to be found
Walking dead
Only glory is revenge
Where's your saving grace now?
Enslaved:
Biohazard:
Amon Amarth:
Walls Of Jericho:
