Текст песни Psyclon Nine - Glamour Through Debris

Текст:

Paint your face With the skull of my suffering And in the end you'll cry for me little sister I've got the armor In the form of these scabs and scars And in the end you'll cry for me little sister Rip out my heart And i'll pull out my fucking gun And in the end you'll cry for me little sister One kill from a bullet And we'll see if your plastic bleeds And in the end you'll cry for me little sister Can't you fucking see me On the big screen? Don't you see We're all made for TV You'll love me now You can pin up the magazines In my life after death It's my glamour through your debris The cameras on I've got the gun Let's have some fun Just like the Hydra Cut a finger from my hand I've got four more And I'll pull the trigger again This is the end So cry for me Little sister

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