Kreator - No Escape Lyrics
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No Escape
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What Are The Lyrics For No Escape By Kreator?
No Escape
Treacherous without compassion You sought expression through them all Sadistic and perverted urges Dictated they had to fall Spent your youth in reformatories Where you're hate grew day by day Molested and subjugated Satisfying them in their way Victim of your drives Personification of insanity No escape [X2] You can't control the instincts inside Never, there is no escape You feel no guilt for what you've done You never thought it was a crime Following you're nature There was never malice meant that time Can't understand the hate against you Can't they see that you were right? You must obey those powerful feelings Coming from inside Victim of your drives Personification of insanity No escape [X2] You can't control the instincts inside Never, there is no escape Let me live my own life Leave me be, let me satisfy my drives I don't care what they feel When I was young no-one ever cared about me Treacherous without compassion You sought expression through them all Sadistic and perverted urges Dictated they had to fall It makes no difference who you... It won't change - you will see So many lives lost, psychopath Cured you'll never be .::melVtec::. |
Who Wrote No Escape By Kreator?
Trzebiatowski Joerg, Juergen Reil, Miland Petrozza, Roberto Fioretti
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What's The Duration Of The No Escape By Kreator?The duration of No Escape is 5:00 minutes and seconds. |
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