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Lyrics : Wargasm : Why Play Around? : Sudden Death
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Sudden Death
Why Play Around? (1988)
Wargasm
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8 February 10, 22:01
I call my life a war with death now the war is through
Time on earth is at an end death is overdue
Cannot buy another hour or bargain for a day
Life is theirs to give to me and now to take away
It doesn't matter that I've lived my life like I knew I should
In the cards before my birth did me no good
There is no light now up ahead no open arms wait
To live long and prosper was not my fate
The line that holds you tight to life is a thin one indeed
The hand the blade it's cut in two with terminal speed
A step to turn his eyes move in from out of sight
No name no face the time is now to shoot out your lights
Never gave a warning sign just appeared there
No time to understand body cold with fear
I'm being dragged down a gaping hole they're clawing at me
Smoke fills my aching lungs my eyes cannot see
Now the walls are coming down I'm losing my grip
Colors fade they run and bleed I'm on a bad trip
Cannot move cannot make a sound the foul stench of death
Now inhale the ancient air feel the reaper's breath
Time on earth is at an end death is overdue
Cannot buy another hour or bargain for a day
Life is theirs to give to me and now to take away
It doesn't matter that I've lived my life like I knew I should
In the cards before my birth did me no good
There is no light now up ahead no open arms wait
To live long and prosper was not my fate
The line that holds you tight to life is a thin one indeed
The hand the blade it's cut in two with terminal speed
A step to turn his eyes move in from out of sight
No name no face the time is now to shoot out your lights
Never gave a warning sign just appeared there
No time to understand body cold with fear
I'm being dragged down a gaping hole they're clawing at me
Smoke fills my aching lungs my eyes cannot see
Now the walls are coming down I'm losing my grip
Colors fade they run and bleed I'm on a bad trip
Cannot move cannot make a sound the foul stench of death
Now inhale the ancient air feel the reaper's breath
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