Stand your ground you little man
Stand your ground until the end
There's a curse on your soul
Blood on your hands
Stirring your fears again and again
Since the time grow as you pray
We all fall in line, the devil's prey
Playing his game, life is to pay
On your knees, the corpses lay
Hard to kill
They lead you astray
Walking with hate
Until you reach the hell's gates
Come and wake me from the dead
Stab me in the chest, give me all that you have
But when I wake up you better be dead
Or with my bare hands, you'll be shredded
Come and wake me, a ghost of the future
I am lined and ready like motherf*cking vultures
This ain't the culture this is the prime
This is the mind that you'll left behind
Fractured - Hard To Kill Lyrics
Fractured - Hard To Kill Lyrics
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Stand your ground you little man
Stand your ground until the end
There's a curse on your soul
Blood on your hands
Stirring your fears again and again
Since the time grow as you pray
We all fall in line, the devil's prey
Playing his game, life is to pay
On your knees, the corpses lay
Hard to kill
They lead you astray
Walking with hate
Until you reach the hell's gates
Come and wake me from the dead
Stab me in the chest, give me all that you have
But when I wake up you better be dead
Or with my bare hands, you'll be shredded
Come and wake me, a ghost of the future
I am lined and ready like motherf*cking vultures
This ain't the culture this is the prime
This is the mind that you'll left behind
Stand your ground until the end
There's a curse on your soul
Blood on your hands
Stirring your fears again and again
Since the time grow as you pray
We all fall in line, the devil's prey
Playing his game, life is to pay
On your knees, the corpses lay
Hard to kill
They lead you astray
Walking with hate
Until you reach the hell's gates
Come and wake me from the dead
Stab me in the chest, give me all that you have
But when I wake up you better be dead
Or with my bare hands, you'll be shredded
Come and wake me, a ghost of the future
I am lined and ready like motherf*cking vultures
This ain't the culture this is the prime
This is the mind that you'll left behind
Writer: Aleksandar Vukotić
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