W.A.S.P. - My Tortured Eyes Lyrics
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My Tortured Eyes
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What Are The Lyrics For My Tortured Eyes By W.A.S.P.?
Hooray for the last of the madness
Hooray for no more misery Cause I'm in the middle of darkness Ya see no hope's a dangerous thing Come on and kill me I know that's what you want Kill me, I know that's what you want Kill me, I know that's all you want Kill me, I know that's all you, all that you want One way takes away all the sadness One way take away all of me You pushed me to a suicide darkness Gimme some death mama, my name's misery Come on and kill me I know that's what you want Kill me, I want to die in your arms forever Kill me, I know that's what you want Kill me, so my tortured eyes Never see you again There's hate on face, the last that I'll ever see As I stare into the eyes of my misery And I'll leave you with the memory of me My sweetest revenge lies here in your misery Hooray for the horror of darkness Horray for the horror is me I'm inside on the dark ride of madness Gimme some death daddy, my name's misery Come on and kill me I know that's what you want Kill me, I want to die in your arms forever Kill me, I know that's what you want Kill me, so my tortured eyes Never see you again So I never see you again So I never see you again |
Who Wrote My Tortured Eyes By W.A.S.P.?
Steve Edward Duren
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What's The Duration Of The My Tortured Eyes By W.A.S.P.?The duration of My Tortured Eyes is 4:03 minutes and seconds. |
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