Azazel Habitual Murderer Lyrics

Habitual Murderer Lyrics

Ripped down piece by piece 



Old life crumbles in your hand 



I feel deceased 



No burn, no sickness



How surprising is okay



Don't look at me



I am shamed



I wear my letter 



You piont your finger



Never good enough 



Never get up



Weak like sand



And ask your tearing me down 



The ache in my back



The burn in my legs 



Your sight burns me



I feel no more, it said



You only die once



Lies filthy lies