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| Entombed Serpent Saints Amok God is away It's business every fucking day You wanna say Well, I don't give a fuck How does it feel You wanna eat you gotta steal Keeping it real You're running out of luck Amok Yeah, God is away It's business every fucking day You need to pray I don't see you first How does it feel You wanna eat you gotta steal Keeping it real When you're about to burst You wanna hurt me You wanna bite my cock You're gonna make me run amok You wanna see me dead and buried You better think again I am the one your daughter married And I don't play pretend God is away It's business every fucking day You wanna say Well, I don't give a fuck How does it feel You wanna eat you gotta steal Keeping it real You're running out of luck You wanna hurt me Well, I throw the first rock You can't touch me - no 'cause I will run... Amok Amok Amok You are running out of luck A moth will find light Fuck and feed High on power Firestorm greed You wanna see me dead and buried You push a lot of luck And now you gonna say you're sorry Well, I don't give a fuck Needless to say I am the one that got away You need to pray I don't see you first How does it feel You wanna eat you gotta steal Keeping it real Damnation of the cursed You wanna hurt me Well, I throw the first rock You can't stop me 'cause I will run... Amok Amok Amok Godforsaken listless fuck Amok Amok Amok You are running out of luck Now! |
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