Children Of Bodom

A swine
An addict
A slave
To that accel forward
Till you just burn, till wreck
And now your falling
Pain potions getting well
Though they hammer you into the ground
Bastard of Bodom, reporting
That sharp pain always go's away
How did I get here once again?
I have to shoot to survive
Otherwise screech "I wanna fucking die"
But I need the bottle and I'll be fine
To the final hammering
Suffer internal
Wanna feeling? and be fine?
On the verge, were never scared
Everything is through with me
This time it's got inside
Bow down to the points of life
Take a scream down Bottom Limb Drive
From the tip of a glass, I'm feeling fine
A have barely come to the point,