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Blacklist
Just like that you're fucking dead and gone .
You can only wear a crown of thorns for so long .
We built and empire , and you took the throne .
But you built it from beyonets and sat their alone .
I hope your queen was worth it .
Do you still serve her of your knees ?
Because you say when the world was at your feet ,
Just slept while we were living the dream .
You won't miss the water , until the river runs dry .
You won't miss the sunset , until it burns out the sky .
You won't miss what you have , until it's finally lost .
But you don't miss a bastard , when you're bearing his fucking cross .
Blacklist . You're nothing but a blacklist .
With friends like you , there's no need for enemy's .
With friends like you , there's no need for anything .
Well truth be told I'm a little bit gutted .
I mean you were always a prik but we still seemed to love you .
I know I was a cunt in the final days .
It just filled me with venom , filled me with rage ,
To see some one not give a shit .
Despite all of this ,
I won't see you around I couldn't give a fuck , I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch .
You're ony blacklist and there's nothing left to say , we're finished breaking our bones dragging dead fucking weight
You can only wear a crown of thorns for so long .
We built and empire , and you took the throne .
But you built it from beyonets and sat their alone .
I hope your queen was worth it .
Do you still serve her of your knees ?
Because you say when the world was at your feet ,
Just slept while we were living the dream .
You won't miss the water , until the river runs dry .
You won't miss the sunset , until it burns out the sky .
You won't miss what you have , until it's finally lost .
But you don't miss a bastard , when you're bearing his fucking cross .
Blacklist . You're nothing but a blacklist .
With friends like you , there's no need for enemy's .
With friends like you , there's no need for anything .
Well truth be told I'm a little bit gutted .
I mean you were always a prik but we still seemed to love you .
I know I was a cunt in the final days .
It just filled me with venom , filled me with rage ,
To see some one not give a shit .
Despite all of this ,
I won't see you around I couldn't give a fuck , I'd rather slit my wrists than keep in touch .
You're ony blacklist and there's nothing left to say , we're finished breaking our bones dragging dead fucking weight
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