الأغاني: Winds Of Plague. Against The World. Drop The Match.

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Here we go, here we go again,
Down that same old dead end path
Nothing to my name just a head full of dreams
Nothing to prove and nothing to lose
Take my hand if your headed my way
We can leave and never look back
We only got the one chance
We can leave and never look back
One more thing before i leave this world
Drop the match in the path of gas the flame will find its way
Burn it down
Burn it down with them locked inside
Dont give a fuck if they live or die
This city is full of thieves
This city is full of thieves which prey upon our hopes and dreams
Now it is I who cast the stones
Now it is I who steal your dreams Down that same old dead end path
Take my hand or get out of my way Here we go
So drop the match
Watch the flames erase our past
Erase our past
Burn this mother fucker down
And if i forget to tell you
Drop the match in the path of gas the flame will find its way
Burn it down
Burn it down with them locked inside
Dont give a fuck if you live or die
This city is full of thieves
Walk with me down the road of hollow dreams
In chaos we will strive
In chaos we will reign
Where lost souls remain
Once lost but now were found
My own personal hell
Burn it down with them locked inside
Burn this mother fucker down

(Merci a artyom pour cettes paroles)