PHARAOHS - CANCER | Текст песни

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• PHARAOHS
• CANCER

Found cancer ridding all these feelings
The cure is not of your liking
All the things I've loved of you are starting to wither
Damned to exist
Entombed in confinement
My significance has bred into disease
There's no light, there's no love, all that's present is pain
Did you really think you would ever be saved
Cruel hex.