Teksty: Cheap Sex. Written In Blood. Manslaughter.

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Black clouds rising overhead
The hands of death our souls are bled
There is no escaping his deadly grip
While life slips by on a sinking ship.

[Chorus:]
LOOKING DEATH RIGHT IN THE EYE
SLAUGHTER, MANSLAUGHTER
LOOKING DEATH RIGHT IN THE EYE
SLAUGHTER, MANSLAUGHTER

A rotten stench will fill the air
And leaving in it?s path despair
And now you?re slowly turning in your grave
And no one is left to be saved.