Six Feet Under

Running and hiding
Running and hiding
That is what my life consists of
Bruised and beaten
Scratched and torn

Don't mess up
They say again
Don't mess up
We'll beat you again

Razors and knives
Guns and roses
Now it's over
Guns and roses
The pain is gone
The flowers are above
Because I'm six feet under

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