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Slaughter
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Two common kids were looking for fame,
Happy and pleased with the hiding game,
Books in a mess, hate spoke through the gun
And we all had nowhere to run
I believed in you God for so many days,
I believed
But you were made into fear and pain
Firing at us till shotguns felt light
Then suicide would set it all right
My old friend's blood wet the dirty floor,
What to do? To hide at the door?
I believed in you God for so many days,
I believed
But you were made into fear and pain
Slaughter
Slaughter
The killer's voice
Left us no choice
Behind these shelves we were not ourselves,
Not anymore
(Solo Guitar)
Slaughter
Slaughter
The killer's voice
Left us no choice
With death in view
Laughing at you
Killed by their anger,
We where in danger
I di not die in this pond
Of blood
Happy and pleased with the hiding game,
Books in a mess, hate spoke through the gun
And we all had nowhere to run
I believed in you God for so many days,
I believed
But you were made into fear and pain
Firing at us till shotguns felt light
Then suicide would set it all right
My old friend's blood wet the dirty floor,
What to do? To hide at the door?
I believed in you God for so many days,
I believed
But you were made into fear and pain
Slaughter
Slaughter
The killer's voice
Left us no choice
Behind these shelves we were not ourselves,
Not anymore
(Solo Guitar)
Slaughter
Slaughter
The killer's voice
Left us no choice
With death in view
Laughing at you
Killed by their anger,
We where in danger
I di not die in this pond
Of blood