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Pale Horse ApocalypseSolemn roads and the paths least choseWalking miles when the ground is frozen Selling souls that aren't yours to give Some must go and other may live Pale horse - apocalypse Stale breath - from liar's lips Many many lives Turned upside down Bloods clean - you know it is Downstream - it's mine, not his Red water churns Watch the evil river burn Every mistake that you've made Is more dirt on the grave That you've been digging Not for yourself but for us Fuck you Congratulations on your efforts dead ends Between us, let's not pretend half-ass, jackass, liar You threw us all in the fire Under a hale of gunfire Some will live and others expire You turned it all upside down Bloods clean - you know it's downstream - it's mine, not his Red water churning Watch the evil river burn Every mistake that you've made Is more dirt on your grave That you've been digging Not for yourself but for us Fuck you Half-ass jackass, liar Bloods clean - you know it is Downstream - it's mine.. not his Red water churning watch the evil river burn Every mistake that you've made Is more dirt on the grave That you've been digging Not for yourself but for us Fuck you You fucking liar! |