The Conjuring
I've burned your names into my skin
So I wont forget where I have been
And I've dig some graves for you all
To make my name your last recall
Cause I cant still believe
After what I've done for you
And after what you put me through
That you still have guts to look into my face
Take a rope and hang yourself
Don't you dare to say you knew me
Don't you dare to say that we were Friends
I used to listen, I used to care
I won't again, I fucking swear
And now you're dead to me
And now you're dead
And I know what you feel
Nothing but shame
This hate will be my banner
I'm taking my revenge
We will be avenged
I wonder how empty it feels
When you'll see everyones back
And how alone it feels
When you listen the jokes on you
Cause you're nothing more
Than a fucking waste of life
Some flesh, some bones
With no soul inside
Misery and shame
And if I die tomorrow
I know the ones I love will cry my death
But if you die tomorrow
All you'll get is what you've earned
What is the prize of your word?
Cause I can't think about your face
Without spitting on the floor
Without spitting on your face
You betrayed your family
Your life is a blasphemy
No, bent but not broken
The past lies on the floor
Victim of choking
You'll be condemned to wear
Shame written on your front
You won't find no peace till 'you are gone
So I wont forget where I have been
And I've dig some graves for you all
To make my name your last recall
Cause I cant still believe
After what I've done for you
And after what you put me through
That you still have guts to look into my face
Take a rope and hang yourself
Don't you dare to say you knew me
Don't you dare to say that we were Friends
I used to listen, I used to care
I won't again, I fucking swear
And now you're dead to me
And now you're dead
And I know what you feel
Nothing but shame
This hate will be my banner
I'm taking my revenge
We will be avenged
I wonder how empty it feels
When you'll see everyones back
And how alone it feels
When you listen the jokes on you
Cause you're nothing more
Than a fucking waste of life
Some flesh, some bones
With no soul inside
Misery and shame
And if I die tomorrow
I know the ones I love will cry my death
But if you die tomorrow
All you'll get is what you've earned
What is the prize of your word?
Cause I can't think about your face
Without spitting on the floor
Without spitting on your face
You betrayed your family
Your life is a blasphemy
No, bent but not broken
The past lies on the floor
Victim of choking
You'll be condemned to wear
Shame written on your front
You won't find no peace till 'you are gone
Credits
Writer(s): Mario Vian Bachiller
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