it's in the east and in on the kill taker. this is so much more than just one's needs. this lies with you in a california highway somewhere. a manmade strip between the trees. i found a new value in slayer last night. nighttime fits for changing hands.
it will chop you down, like an old dead tree. this dirty old town, i try not to believe. that it would chop me down, like an old dead tree. this dirty old town, i try so hard not to leave.
i wrote again. it sounded a lot like last time. nothing stems from nothing left. we leave in the morning. it's tough to know not much has changed, and that we won't be coming back.
it will chop you down, like an old dead tree. this dirty old town, i try not to believe. that it would chop me down, like an old dead tree. this dirty old town, i try so hard not to leave.
i wrote again. it sounded a lot like last time. nothing stems from nothing left. we leave in the morning. it's tough to know not much has changed, and that we won't be coming back.