Текст (слова) песни: Cemetary 1213 - Union Of The Rats
it`s always finders keepers this moves too slow down with the crawly creepers what you borrow you owe
- now here we go -
set the pace / set the tone the stangest thing you`ve ever known nothing left to die for bitter seed / sour grapes the point from where there`s no escape nothing left to die for
undead & unfamiliar they trim the fat unlocked & unpeculiar we`re the union of the rats
- we`re the union of the rats -
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