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Soulless (Tactical Sekt)

Blood boils Counting the seconds The demons inside me wail Between the sheets I tear the satin Like a train come off the rails Crash, crass evil 21st century soulless people Crash, crass evil 21st century soulless people I’m so tired Escaping consciousness I wrestle sleeps prevailing winds City to city Nation to nation I thank the devil for all my sins Crash, crass evil 21st century soulless people Crash, crass evil 21st century soulless people Soulless people Scourge of the light Pound of flesh For creatures of the night Crash crass evil We're all going to die! If you want to live forever Prepare these wings for flight