Letra de 13

Thirteen pieces of your fate Thirteen dead that will awake Dying slowly, closer, closer Thirteen peices of my mind Thirteen peices of my mind Thirteen bullets in your side Dying slowly, closer, closer Thirteen stab wounds to your head Thirteen dead and thirteen rotten And now that old wounds have clotted The terror that you felt, Will be the last thing you feel Thirteen rot over ten years decayed Thirteen bodies will be left unburied The terror that you felt, Will be the last thing that you feel Thirteen broken scabbed and torn Thirteen victims not yet born Dying slowly, closer, closer Thirteen pieces of my mind Thirteen rot over ten years decayed Thirteen bodies will be left unburied Thirteen dead that will awake Thirteen pieces of your fate Thirteen bullets in your side Thirteen stab wounds to your head Thirteen broken scabbed and torn Thirteen victims not yet born