Inheritors - No Rest For The Wicked

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Searching what left inside Collecting piece to another My wildest thoughts overtakes me Driving all my life but won't set me free Cast The Shadow, silence scream but i heard the echo When someone prevail my soul Chained me down, i already dead so long ago Drug out scattered, they drown to down in lies Superstition, die in heresy, drown me in social hipocrisy Everything i see, everything ive got There is a will to free you deprivate Up the dose of pain im a figure with no fate How much more can i take? Theres no rest for the wicked My wildest thought overtakes me Driving all my life but won't set me free
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