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You’ve been dead in my heart,
So why the fuck won’t you die in my eyes?
So I can erase the rat.
Weekend Nachos | Worthless [LP]
Beaten From Birth - Suburban Scum
We’re born to live and we live to die
All our hope has been washed away
The beaten from birth led astray
Nothing to give ‘cause there’s nothing left
Choking on life, no more breathIt happens all over again
We’re destined to rot in the end
The future looks bleak my friends
Born to live but we live to die
As this unforgiving world just passes us by
Beaten from birth and now it’s clear to me
That we’re just food for the worms to feed
You can’t see the hope I had
‘Cause I’m looking at life through a bodybag
There’s two kinds of people - sheep and the wolves
Harsh reality we’re fucked then we’re through
It happens all over again
We’re destined to rot in the end
The future looks bleak my friendsBorn to live but we live to die
As this unforgiving world just passes us by
Beaten from birth and now it’s clear to me
That we’re just food for the worms to feed
Beaten from birth
We are the beaten from birth, HA
Beaten from birth
And it only gets worse
I was born with this curse
From the womb to the dirt
The inside of the Reichstag, destroyed by the fighting and covered in Red Army graffiti, June 1945
Kolja was here.