Death To Our Enemies (We'll Make 'Em Sorry) Songtext

We fold in cold

Lonely, but never quite alone

We're told, "Grow old"

The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone



We sold our soul

The spring of life we've left and grown

In bold strip code

The choice is chalk

The path is known



We fold in cold

Lonely, but never quite alone

We're told, "Grow old"

The young, once flesh, now sculpt to



Over and over you told her to die

Over and over you told her to die

Why must it always be this way



We fold in cold

Lonely, but never quite alone

We're told, "Grow old"

The young, once flesh, now sculpt to



Over and over you told her to die

Over and over you told her to die

Why must it always be this way
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