Song | 500 Dead People |
Artist | Hatesphere |
Album | Ballet of the Brute |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Night time has come | |
Another hunt has begun | |
Balls out, I’m like a loaded gun | |
You think you are a friend of mine | |
Can’t be with that lack of spine | |
My gun works fine | |
When I look at you I see | |
A dead man looking back at me | |
You’ve crossed the line one too many times | |
You smile at me | |
Not able to see | |
Easy to hide my twisted personality | |
I put you to sleep | |
And take a ride with the devil | |
My enemies will bleed | |
When I look at them I see | |
500 dead people looking back at me | |
They’ve crossed the line one too many times | |
Their pages are written | |
Their die is cast | |
Their books are closed | |
More heads for my collection | |
When I look at them I see | |
500 dead people looking back at me | |
They keep coming to me | |
I keep tracking them down |
Night time has come | |
Another hunt has begun | |
Balls out, I' m like a loaded gun | |
You think you are a friend of mine | |
Can' t be with that lack of spine | |
My gun works fine | |
When I look at you I see | |
A dead man looking back at me | |
You' ve crossed the line one too many times | |
You smile at me | |
Not able to see | |
Easy to hide my twisted personality | |
I put you to sleep | |
And take a ride with the devil | |
My enemies will bleed | |
When I look at them I see | |
500 dead people looking back at me | |
They' ve crossed the line one too many times | |
Their pages are written | |
Their die is cast | |
Their books are closed | |
More heads for my collection | |
When I look at them I see | |
500 dead people looking back at me | |
They keep coming to me | |
I keep tracking them down |
Night time has come | |
Another hunt has begun | |
Balls out, I' m like a loaded gun | |
You think you are a friend of mine | |
Can' t be with that lack of spine | |
My gun works fine | |
When I look at you I see | |
A dead man looking back at me | |
You' ve crossed the line one too many times | |
You smile at me | |
Not able to see | |
Easy to hide my twisted personality | |
I put you to sleep | |
And take a ride with the devil | |
My enemies will bleed | |
When I look at them I see | |
500 dead people looking back at me | |
They' ve crossed the line one too many times | |
Their pages are written | |
Their die is cast | |
Their books are closed | |
More heads for my collection | |
When I look at them I see | |
500 dead people looking back at me | |
They keep coming to me | |
I keep tracking them down |