Paroles de Stained Junkie
Can't find the veinJust in time for fame
Broken home, hated ones
Is this life in the sun?
Something stained
Blackened soul, can it be saved?
Mighty stone, will it be engraved?
Breathless lungs, will they cave in?
Constant flow of acid rain
Something stained
I like smelling me rot
I like the (hero)in me
I don't want to be saved
I'd rather die a junkie
Crying angel, broken wing
Below the horns and a fiery grin
Something stained
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