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Calabrese
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History of Nothing
Stranger with no face, The prey looms near, you don't recognize. I'm anonymous, As I wait and wait and wait for you To come close.
Whoa, I am the one pressing in the shadows. Whoa, in the alleyways, the history of nothing. I only know the roads to assassinate, killing like the gallows. Whoa, I am no man.
Eyes bulging, Of puppets strangled by their strings. You're a pawn, a domino, To be knocked down just like those who've come before. You know you will.
更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Whoa, I am the one pressing in the shadows. Whoa, in the alleyways, the history of nothing. I only know the roads to assassinate, killing like the gallows. Whoa, I am no man.
Autopsy scar of a Hollywood death, Machines of crime at the jugular vein, Las Vegas [?], highway of blood, With no easy way out, Hell is coming down.
Whoa, I am the one pressing in the shadows. Whoa, in the alleyways, the history of nothing. I only know the roads to assassinate, killing like the gallows. Whoa, I am no man.
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