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Текст песни Body Wheeps

I can't run from your threat, a shotgun to my head. I don't stand a chance my faith not in my hands. Burn, creep, pain, deep. Breathe, inhale the fumes, force me to consume. It chokes, it burns, it bites, slow death overnight. Feel it burn, feel it creep, feel the pain, run so deep. Poison fills my lungs, festering inside, unasked infestation. Effects untold in time. Feel it burn, feel it creep, feel the pain, body wheeps