Brandan Schieppati - If It's Dead, We'll Kill It Lyrics

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If It's Dead, We'll Kill It

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What Are The Lyrics For If It's Dead, We'll Kill It By Brandan Schieppati?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who's the ugliest of them all? Severed, crawling like spiders Injecting poison Now, kill the bile spewing, the walking selfish living dead I turn to rust and you play in all the filth that you've created No love, no loss in the wake of your stupidity Show me where's your dedication And when your dreams have come to end How will you buy your happiness? And when yourself is all you have left With what will you fill your emptiness? You are the cause of man's dissolving evolution Is my heart completely useless? Devoid the fake with full disdain What when your life is worthless? I don't think you'll fit the frame F*ck you, f*ck this, everything is distress I don't give a shit if your ego is maniacal I just want to watch you fucking die, motherfucker I have come to crush you And bring you all to your fucking knees You are not fucking angels And much less fucking kings What have you sacrificed preserving what you love? You're just a hollow shell, infecting who you f*ck I just want to watch you fucking die, motherfucker |
Who Wrote If It's Dead, We'll Kill It By Brandan Schieppati?
Chris Cerulli, Ricky Olsen, Mick Kenney
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What's The Duration Of The If It's Dead, We'll Kill It By Brandan Schieppati?The duration of If It's Dead, We'll Kill It is 3:10 minutes and seconds. |
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