In Cold Blood - Pain lyrics

Hellbent lives f**ing fates. Praying on your knees it's much too late. Your worthless soul it can't be saved. We cut you down with our hate. You're running through this little world. You can't f**ing hide. The weak will never have a chance. To survive. Listening to their insipid weak. f**ing cries. What will go through their minds. As they all die