Wumpscut - Dying Culture Lyrics
Dying Culture
don`t Abuse Me
you`ll Need Me Soon
fighting For You
i`ll Tear Up You Bodies
taste The Sweet Smell Of Blood
slow Death I Cause
and Nightmares I Bring
dying Culture
no More Money Counts
only A Fear Of Senseless Praying
dying Culture
your Blood`s On My Hands
dying Culture
was There An Ending
what Was On Your Mind
your Own Breed Collapsed
suffered From Cancer
taste The Sweet Smell Of Plague
dying Culture
it`s The Last Time I Squire The Poison Of Truth
into Your Swelled Body
dying Culture
your Blood`s On My Hands
no One Will Stop Me
the Blossom Of Death
so Feel My Cape Covering Mankind
dying Culture
your Blood`s On My Hands
fuck You
dying Culture
your Blood`s On My Hands
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