Lyrics to Death To Our Enemies (We'll Make 'Em Sorry)
We fold in cold
Lonely, but never quite alone
We're told, "Grow old"
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone
We sold our soul
The spring of life we've left and grown
In bold strip code
The choice is chalk
The path is known
We fold in cold
Lonely, but never quite alone
We're told, "Grow old"
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to
Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way
We fold in cold
Lonely, but never quite alone
We're told, "Grow old"
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to
Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way
Death To Our Enemies (We'll Make 'Em Sorry) Video:
Lonely, but never quite alone
We're told, "Grow old"
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to stone
We sold our soul
The spring of life we've left and grown
In bold strip code
The choice is chalk
The path is known
We fold in cold
Lonely, but never quite alone
We're told, "Grow old"
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to
Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way
We fold in cold
Lonely, but never quite alone
We're told, "Grow old"
The young, once flesh, now sculpt to
Over and over you told her to die
Over and over you told her to die
Why must it always be this way
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