Pro-pain - Aftermath | Текст Иностранной Песни
Eyes on fire, burning flames, seas of blood. Skies of soot, acid rain, toxic mud. Tortured souls in body bags, scents of death. Melted limbs, blood on ice, and blackened
Pro-pain - Hopeless? | Текст Иностранной Песни
reap what you sew if that's what you believe blessed is the truth beneath the web that you weave holier than thou were those that paved the way for the world
Pro-pain - Fuck It | Текст Иностранной Песни
Took your cheap shots and now I've had enough Life's a bitch boy when times are tough It's best to burn out and worse to fade I'm gonna punch the clock out with
Pro-pain - In For The Kill | Текст Иностранной Песни
ground troops are chasin the whites of your eyes close all the doors and take a word from the wise deploy in the sand arm personnel and
Pro-pain - State Of Mind | Текст Иностранной Песни
Sold to the highest bidder How does it feel to be meat Hard as nails like a psycho killer Runnin' around as if you're oh so street Well it's time to check
Pro-pain - Life's Hard | Текст Иностранной Песни
WHat did the father say to the son? He said crack the safe boy, get the gun It's time to wash up the dirty hand Gonna fatten you up kid, rape the land Cause once
Pro-pain - Time | Текст Иностранной Песни
It's Suddenly Septenber I like to listen to the rain come down I was never very good company You were the loneliest game in town Lots of painful memories all stored
Pro-pain - On Parade | Текст Иностранной Песни
now we've seen it all before and there will come a time when we'll see it all again frown upon a distant shore with intent to pulverize and
Pro-pain - Bad Blood | Текст Иностранной Песни
The bad blood blood is dripping Down the wall Your sneakers are slipping Do break your fall You thought it was a game Till Johnny got his gun The talons got your name
Pro-pain - The Mercy Killings | Текст Иностранной Песни
The people shouted no justice and no peace It's getting pretty wicked and wild in the streets We're frightened of the gunshots in the park Praying that our kids come home