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Call it death by a poet No reparation could swing my disdain I casually sip on nitrogen As I bath in fire and flames Exist in silent detention As we wipe that smirk off your face You'll sit there vexed and desensitized As the pieces fall into place I've got a fistful of your teeth, my friend a baseball bat to the back of the head You ran your mouth and now your dead! By tonight, you'll wish you weren't born You'll be dead inside We're taking you down right before their eyes We'll make you regret what you are You'll never walk again, You'll never walk again A takedown worthy of kings With passion worthy of queens An army of kids who are just like me Ready to fight you fucking fiends I've got a fistful of your teeth, my friend Letras de cancionesa baseball bat to the back of the head You ran your mouth and now your dead! By tonight, you'll wish you weren't born You'll be dead inside We're taking you down right before their eyes We'll make you regret what you are You'll never walk again, You'll never walk again You cannot fucking stop us now (We gave our heart to the masses) You don't have the strength to hold us down (We're rising up from the ashes) We've got our heads up in the clouds Nothing could bring us back to the ground By tonight, you'll wish you weren't born You'll be dead inside We're taking you down right before their eyes We'll make you regret what you are You'll never walk again, You'll never walk again By tonight, you'll wish you weren't born You'll be dead inside We're taking you down right before their eyes We'll make you regret what you are You'll never walk again, You'll never walk again From Letras Mania