اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Rip the flesh, Peel the skin,
A den of vipers deep within.
Beneath the cross, a plastic smile,
Lies a walking corpse so vile,
Knowing not what's going on,
Asking questions, always wrong.
Search for answers never knowing
Grace of God is never showing
No Escape, x4
Torment, x4
Cancer eats into my brain,
Like fire corsing through my veins,
Slowly driving me insane
And drilling me with constant pain,
My life is over I'm so lost,
Yet I know Christ paid the cost
He reaches out I run away,
Death awaits this very day.
No Escape, x4
Torment, x4
(solo Charlie)
