This Routine is Hell
cancer
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Open wide and swallow the charade.
Do you want a halo to match that crusade?
Set fire to the curtains, because the stage is all set.
Your little masterpiece put us all in debt.
Good night, sleep tight, donât let the bastards bite.
âCause these scroungers never lose their appetite.
Clench your fist, weâll be the catalyst.
The surge to clear the cancer, weâll resist.
A glimmer of hope for any tide thatâs been turned.
I salute to every flag that gets burned.
- Album:
- Howl