Reedom - Soil Lyrics
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What Are The Lyrics For Soil By Reedom?
The phoenix he helped create,
Out-of-control boy without a dad, Shut the gun that startled my life! While I drove him with a forty-five. Friends for years, images in red! Blew off his own mother-fucking head! Confidence, Death, Insecurity! Men fall realized! Unrealized, unrealized. Making a decision of death While everyone around you pled, Now you fly in peace I hope, my friend. A man can't avoid what he's meant to do When he's meant to do it, Even if he doesn't really want to. My memories are of fun and friendship, Of weakness within the strength of youth. For reason undefined, reasons undefined, Reasons undefined, reasons undefined. Friends for years, images in red! Blew off his own mother-fucking head! Confidence, Death, Insecurity! Men fall unrealized! Don't you, realize Evil, lives in the mother-fucking skin? Don't you, realize Evil, lives in the mother-fucking skin? Don't you, realize Evil, lives in the mother-fucking skin? Don't you realize, That evil, lives in the skin? (Crazy guitar solo occurs somewhere in here) Don't you! Realize! Evil! Lives in the mother-fucking skin?! Don't you, Realize, that evil lives in the mother-fucking skin? Why the f*ck did you take him away from us you mother fucker?! Fucker! Fucker! |
Who Wrote Soil By Reedom?
Daron Malakian, Shavo Odadjian, John Dolmayan, Serj Tankian
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What's The Duration Of The Soil By Reedom?The duration of Soil is 3:28 minutes and seconds. |
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