Lords of Death - Russian BBQ Lyrics

We need a break. There's nothing to say. It's all your fault, but you'll thank me some day
It's not my problem if your life isn't how you planned it
I set you free from a world pulled over your eyes
Break these chains
My hands are clean. Clean from this rotting fruit. Clean from the smell of you
God only know what you hate about me, and if rapture never come, let this hell set me free. So I ruined your life? Well what have you done for me lately
What do you know about death? It's just a change not an end
We need a break. There's nothing to say. It's all your fault, but you'll thank me some day
What do you know about death? It's just a change not an end
Break these chains