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letra de whatever awaits - scum (usa)

[verse 1: scum]
no happy ending for a motherf-cker that’s done
some inexcusable type sh-t with their handgun
kicked on my shovel, so much dirt from the unmarked
graves dug all over many states, police dogs bark
finding more victims but no clues about the k!ller
soles on my shoes smoke as the chase getting realer
feeling the rushes of the drugs are excitement
for what awaits me, pull the plug, let me fight it
make no excuses for all my addictions
shadow i cast, upside down crucifixion
knowing if my liver ends up stabbed, grab a cup
drink what i’m leakin’, gettin’ h-lla f-cked up
and i know don’t n0body wanna go when it’s over
i’m the exception, worthless life never sober
i’m that example of how karma will get you
poisoned a sample, i belong on a stretcher

[chorus: scum]
you seeing dead people, some that are friends
others are not and have died by our hands
we having visions of times that have passed
hands on the clock in reverse running fast
we hear the reaper is calling our names
saying it’s time, no more room for delays
heaven or h-ll better open them gates
we’re on the road to whatever awaits
[verse 2: m.a.d. & ant dog]
i’m on the path to do whatever it takes
’cause it’s me against death and m.a.d. in your face
with a twelve-gauge pump do you even feel the entry wounds?
consumin’ doom and devils howlin’ at the bl–dy moon
west coast wormhole wasted off the jägermeister
treat it like a ritual, grab the blade and razor knife ya
so who’s up to get they guts ripped and necks cut?
f-ck with lsp, you got your body bag on stretchers
you better open up the gate and let these motherf-ckers in
there are no excuses for these k!llings, bringing the havoc from a different time
ant dog’s gonna make it count, ain’t going down without a fight
dragged through the pits of h-ll, somehow i feel all f-ckin’ right, right?
lsp with the sickness all infected
i hear the reaper calling, telling me i been elected
i pour a deer’s blood and put a shottie to my brain
just another casualty to this f-ckin’ game (rah)

[chorus: scum]
you seeing dead people, some that are friends
others are not and have died by our hands
we having visions of times that have passed
hands on the clock in reverse running fast
we hear the reaper is calling our names
saying it’s time, no more room for delays
heaven or h-ll better open them gates
we’re on the road to whatever awaits
[verse 3: mikahl lawless]
i lost so much, it’s hard to quantify the situation
threw away my soul so i have room for all my f-ckin’ demons
dreamin’ of the days when flames wash away my mortal feelings
hear the blood drip, drip, drip, drip soaking through the floorboards
detox of the whole soul as the pills take hold, let me fall into infinity
sinfully, heart pumpin’ deer blood ’til the casket
team snuff, ’til i’m breathin’ dirt i keep this rusty axe sharp
gremlin of the dark, i keep it f-ckin’ real with this
got the l in my heart, i really f-ckin’ bleed this wicked sh-t
it’s only a matter of time before the reaper get me
standing over my broken body as it slowly starts to decay
from all the f-ckin’ rage i put it through
all the deep scars that i’m covered with, it’s f-ckin’ sick
addictions, depression, and murderous actions
to the flames i must return again, spiral to my f-ckin’ end

- scum usa

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