Last - Lyrics by Nasum


Lyrics
Your the last in line, it's time to meet your maker
Your soulless rotting corpse now flesh for the undertaker
What caused this subversive disaster?
What went wrong with your life?
All that now is leftis the last piece of your remnants
Your the last in line, it's time to meet your maker
Your soulless rotting corpse now flesh for the undertaker
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