Paroles de Bedlam

I'll be the witness of your death and the host of your flesh I'll be the witness of your death and the host of your flesh I don't give a fuck about you Time is passing by Your pulse has slowed down You've met your fucking end Time is passing by Your pulse has slowed down You've met your fucking end I'd love to see you pray You'll never be heard from the skies above I'd love to see you pray You'll never be heard from the skies above How can you believe in afterlife, when your so-called God has let you sink this low? I said I'd be the witness of your death I'm the host of your flesh I said I'd be the witness of your death I'm the host of your flesh I begin to break you piece by piece Only to leave your bones forgotten I begin to break you piece by piece Only to leave your flesh for rotting I begin to break you piece by piece Only to leave your flesh for rotting I'll be sure to dig your body up We'll be seeing your face all over the news I'll be sure to dig your body up I'll be sure to dig your body up Your body will never be found