Cancer şarkı sözleri
Mercenary men, knock you deadKilling for a living, is what is saidDisposing of people, blood money paysGruesome executions, are used this watyGruesome tasksSlaughters madeThey createScreams of painLimbs cut off, sliced to deathStomach ripped open, no life leftGlistening drops, of butcheryTheir salvation, miseryThe blood of men is spilled to bepayed with cashWhen they die the payment is madeTheir salvation, miseryShattered lives are lostCrimes of death do costDeath forgotten too fastThe pain of the past
