Vain inside, and forced to lie, on the edge of the world, now you stand so proud and grow The sensation of the fortune on you, won't help you to grow stronger, but to grow all your wealth, not your heart
So hate me when you want Join with the spite of luck Thus do I die and gather day by day your own greed lies
You spent time to get rich You spent your life alone Thus do I die and gather day by day your own greed lies
I'm filling my moods with my rage for your overwhelming wins You have all, you've always won
So are you to my thoughts As flies swallow in mud You win the ticket, the million dollar you love
You'd hate me now My hands won't hold up your ass
Breed in greed, and lie again, 'till the end of your world, 'till the soil brings up your corpse In the end of time, you will rise, facing a world you'll never know, 'cause you're dead to my eyes, a waste of time
I know that you've got friends But they stab in your back You'll realize this when you'll lie down dead on your rich ground
I've asked your help sometimes, You turned your back with lies, But all you've wanted was to keep your treasures safe from men
I'm filling my moods with my rage for your overwhelming wins You have all, you've always won I'm the only you closed out at the door of your life... you forget me
So are you to my thoughts As flies wallow in mud You win the ticket, the million dollars you love
You'd hate me now My hands won't hold up your ass
Please drink from My potion I'll help you, my dear This potion Will stick you Then you will be free
Oh, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better provide... I'll pity you then, dear friend, My pity is enough to cure you
Please drink from My potion I'll help you, my dear This potion Will stick you Then you will be free
Whilst, like a willing patient, you will drink Potions of eisel 'gainst your strong infection; I'll pity you then, dear friend, My pity is enough to cure you. This is for you
Vain inside, and forced to lie, on the edge of the world, now you stand so proud and grow The sensation of the fortune on you, won't help you to grow stronger, but to grow all your wealth, now you're dead, buried alive.
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So hate me when you want Join with the spite of luck Thus do I die and gather day by day your own greed lies
You spent time to get rich You spent your life alone Thus do I die and gather day by day your own greed lies
I'm filling my moods with my rage for your overwhelming wins You have all, you've always won
So are you to my thoughts As flies swallow in mud You win the ticket, the million dollar you love
You'd hate me now My hands won't hold up your ass
Breed in greed, and lie again, 'till the end of your world, 'till the soil brings up your corpse In the end of time, you will rise, facing a world you'll never know, 'cause you're dead to my eyes, a waste of time
I know that you've got friends But they stab in your back You'll realize this when you'll lie down dead on your rich ground
I've asked your help sometimes, You turned your back with lies, But all you've wanted was to keep your treasures safe from men
I'm filling my moods with my rage for your overwhelming wins You have all, you've always won I'm the only you closed out at the door of your life... you forget me
So are you to my thoughts As flies wallow in mud You win the ticket, the million dollars you love
You'd hate me now My hands won't hold up your ass
Please drink from My potion I'll help you, my dear This potion Will stick you Then you will be free
Oh, for my sake do you with Fortune chide, The guilty goddess of my harmful deeds, That did not better provide... I'll pity you then, dear friend, My pity is enough to cure you
Please drink from My potion I'll help you, my dear This potion Will stick you Then you will be free
Whilst, like a willing patient, you will drink Potions of eisel 'gainst your strong infection; I'll pity you then, dear friend, My pity is enough to cure you. This is for you
Vain inside, and forced to lie, on the edge of the world, now you stand so proud and grow The sensation of the fortune on you, won't help you to grow stronger, but to grow all your wealth, now you're dead, buried alive.
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