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I told people can't hold your mouth, Now they're talking shit, I'm no five years old My head is always spinning around ... sick Who's the killer, who's the killer, who's the killer oh oh oh Who's the killer, who's the killer, oh oh oh I can't breathe with the radio on I can't breathe with the radio on I can't breathe with the radio on There's no fucking God ... with faces when I sleep He is a coward and I need more time To get it across to you. I will fuck you the same There's so much blood and I feel nothing There's so much blood Leviathan, Leviathan... (Grazie a vica_madestoyer per questo testo) From Letras Mania