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Cemetary of the Critics "-Will you help me up from here? Don't even think about it!" Leila! Hey you little soul out there Pull the finger from your ass, before you smash your mouth any longer And I urinate on your keyboard, and plant a virus into you You'll suffer from it until you die, bitterly pining away Letras de cancionesCemetary of the critics! Awaits you! Cemetary of the critics! Is where you will be buried ! You can't play even a single chord on a guitar In spite of that you pretend you know everything when you whine When you can't do anything else, it's better to keep reviewing This is how an impotent ladies man can become an influential person! Cemetary of the critics! Awaits you! Cemetary of the critics! Is where you will be buried! Cemetary of the critics! Awaits you! Cemetary of the critics! Is where you will be buried! Cemetary of the critics! Awaits you! Cemetary of the critics! Is where you will be buried! From Letras Mania