Print

Knowing you are going to dieis a hard thing accepted at first.Laying in a pool of your own fucking bloodas the vultures circle over your fucking head...with a bullet in your gut.This is a slow and painful death.Millions of things run through your mind.Too many "what ifs?" to count.As I lay in a pool of a blood, I can't help but think,will I be remembered? The answer is; probably not.I try to make it to my feet to no prevail.EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK.EVERYTHING IS GOING BLACK.I think I have died only to wake upas if this is some sort of sick fucking joke.This is not a dream, still bleeding.Still filled with all of this pain.TRYING TO MOVE TO MY FEET, I DO NOT PREVAIL.I watch as the vultures circle over my head.Letras de cancionesLife blurs as I try to make things out. Yelling will do me no good,so I lay and wait for fucking death.I watch as the vultures circle over my head.Yelling will do me no good, so I lay and wait for death.As I lay in a pool of blood, I can't help but think,will I be remembered? The answer is; probably not.I try to make it to my feet; I do not prevail.Life blurs as I try to make everything out.Yelling will do me no fucking good,so I lay and wait for death.When I die, will I go anywhere? Or am I doomed to sit and fucking rot? From Letras Mania