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Mil Muertes
01:32
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One thousand deaths is what I bring to you
You'll scream
with fear and anxiouty with my arms around your throat
Look me in the eyes and you will see
A squared circle is the last place you will be
Behind this mask there is a face
A face with scars so deep things will never be the same again
At the end of the day
No matter how much pain
It will never be enough for you and I'll try and force the blame
A punch in the head
A kick to the chest
It all takes its toll as my spirit starts to fall
Cash in my hand
Its an independent life
From town to town I should never feel alone
What's my back up up plan?
What if it all goes wrong?
Until then I'll wake up and do it all again
One thousand deaths is what I bring to you
You'll pay
to watch me finish off my victims one by one
ONE THOUSAND DEATHS
ONE THOUSAND DEATHS
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Market to Mission
02:52
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Welcome home, to a used dirty needle and a piss stained floor
Been swept aside and left behind
Neglected and beyond repair
You can call this street your bed
But when you try to comprehend the thoughts inside your head
They make no sense
Would you like a helping hand?
You're out of luck
You've been ruled out and non returnable
You can take our hope
But the heart and soul and blood still flows
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Elk Gang Edinburgh, UK
Elk Gang are a punk rock band from Edinburgh, Scotland.
Est. 2014
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