Your Mother´s Gonna Die
And You´ll Be Dressed in Deepest Black
Your Children´s Gonna Die
You Know They´re Never Coming Back
It´s Such a Lack
For Your Worthless Self
And You Want Them Back
So You Dream About the Summer They Where 12
Years Old

We´re All Gonna Die
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Your Friend´s All Gonna Die
You Hide Your Face and Shed a Tear
You´re Sister´s Gonna Die
And All You Feel Is Worthless Fear
You Want Her Near
But She´s Gone Forever
And You Can´t Conquer
The Pathetic Little Demons From Your Past
Oh, What a Blast

We´re All Gonna Die
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