I can't be the better boy then the one you loved before"


Won't Be LongHe kept his craft confined to the night Subdued by sleep, we hate to wake up. He cataloged and counted his kills, divided the dead, And suddenly stopped.Won't Be Long
Prompted by the heat of July, The sweat on his skin beaded and fell. He never prayed a day in his life... Cause man what's the point when you've been promised to hell.
There's something to be said for the crowd, Which gathered and grew and erupted into song. He smiled, as he toyed with the noose, and took up their words. Oh, it won't be long.
Oh, it won't be long
The tune collapsed, an
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