I lay down a cross
My eys were peaked by birds
I'm turning into moss
My mind is getting worse
If you hear tis voice
Just turn it on
Cause Rock'nRoll is dead
I'am dancing on its filthy grave
Alone I pay
But only pain away
I'm supposed to dig
A Grave fo my whole life
Its sounds like something wrong
Its spells like some things gone

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