Failure Songtext
von Maven Hill

Shards of glass
Blood on the floor
They′ll need divine help
Or even more
Striving to keep him
Away from their place
It's a matter of time
Until the end of their chase
That peer pressure shapes your failure
Will you ever free them from your dismal fate?
Doors are slammed
Curtains are drawn
They won′t interfere
Or take him on Silence, worried looks
Everybody knows
What's goin' on next door
But nothing here is disclosed
That peer pressure shapes your failure
Will you ever free them from your dismal fate?
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Now they′re coming for you
Now they′re coming for you
You moron, guess you didn't see them come in
You better bite the bullet, grin and bear it
You moron, guess you didn′t see them come in
You better bite the bullet, bite it right now