The Glow Of Your Chains Feeds The Devil

Pray
Pray for me
I’m watchin’ pain and decay of my all enemies, so
Gasoline
Got this shit
Maybe you need a fuckin’ glossary

Misery
Bustas talking shit
It’s drivin’ me crazy
I can’t let you go
Far away

And you know I never blamed my mistakes
While the angels spread the grace, I swear
I’m losin’ all my money on the grave
I’m still feeling any taste
I’ll announce all my lumps on eBay
A voice spears in my ear telling you want
I got this shit
Yeah, I got this shit

Pray
Pray for me
I’m watchin’ pain and decay of my all enemies
Gasoline
Got this shit
Maybe you need a fuckin’ glossary
Misery