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In A Hail Of Deadly BulletsThere is no determinationOn hate I thrive to avoid oblivion Faithless - There is still blood on the floor It's so authentic you better just admit it Endlessly pursuing the dark that lies in you Smothering on the failure of others A threnody we bare witness to This is the last time We ride after gold Burning forever in the sky Everytime I fight for revolution A part of me is dying My youth is lost In a hail of deadly bullets In a hail of deadly bullets This is the last time We ride after gold Burning forever in the sky Everytime I fight for revolution A part of me is dying My youth is lost In a hail of deadly bullets ...Of all the others A threnody inside these infinite structures. |