No Limits Fun

Make me laugh
So fucking hard
It feels like demons
Walking through the sky
I feel your pain
But doesn't feel bad
I've never seen
Death face to face

No Limits Fun
No Limits Fun

The money is blood
So we chose your weapon
I've never heard
A fucking scream like this
Now and always
It feeds my madness
There are No Limits Fun

No Limits Fun
No Limits Fun

Butchered bodies
Rotten flesh
Putrefaction
There's nothing left

Butchered bodies
Rotten flesh
putrefaction
This is all death

Blood runs as darkness
In the middle of the night
Depravation is growing
With every step I give
Just make them suffer
Over and over again
Will make me feel
The cold kiss of death
I'll never forget
Thes mell of your fear
As blood on your face
And tears



Credits
Writer(s): Erick Garcia
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