Texty:
Pain End Of The Line

, I'm in control I just made you mine It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces Crushed by the facts It's the end of the line It's not what

soul, I'm in control I just made you mine It's the end of the line You're broken to pieces Crushed by the facts It's the end of the line It's not what

's no way I'm turning back Now the pain is for pleasure, 'cause nothing can measure Love is great, love is fine Out the box, out of line The affliction

mane hangs down to my strains and their tied to the game, I stay dry when it rain im tired of the fame Got everything to gain and im proud of the pain

like you have Such an easy soul to steal (Steal) So stand in line While they ink numbers in your head You're now a slave Until the end of time here

, code murder one Code murder one, code murder one Murder them mo If the world should end today Fully automatic, gunning through it Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain

don't matter where ya come Really don't matter where ya from Don't matter where ya run Verse 1: Flesh breakin' 'em down, hittin' 'em up, outta line,

smart (Those guys) It's up to us for how long we gon' last (They're the bad guys) I declare an all-out attack Let's take our minds behind enemy lines

the games, I'm not for all the playin' The hollow tips rain when I unleash the pain Get the message from the lions or get the message from the nine Paint