Implode Lyrics
| Song | Implode |
| Artist | Pro-Pain |
| Album | Fistful of Hate |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Klinger, Meskill | |
| Malicious intent, that's what he meantwhen he placed a fuckin price on your head. | |
| Plenty of proof to believe in all of the shit that was said. | |
| Licensed to kill. | |
| The crowd dispersed like game. | |
| Superior skill took hold. | |
| Time to free thy name. | |
| Now we lighten the load. | |
| Let the bastards implode! | |
| Riddled your souls, all full of holeswith no sense of right or sense of wrong | |
| Never remorse, what's the recourse? | |
| Just send em' back to where they belong. | |
| Back in the cell,left to come into his own. | |
| Far worse than hell,with all the comforts of home. | |
| Shall we lighten the load? | |
| Let the bastards implode! |
| zuo ci : Klinger, Meskill | |
| Malicious intent, that' s what he meantwhen he placed a fuckin price on your head. | |
| Plenty of proof to believe in all of the shit that was said. | |
| Licensed to kill. | |
| The crowd dispersed like game. | |
| Superior skill took hold. | |
| Time to free thy name. | |
| Now we lighten the load. | |
| Let the bastards implode! | |
| Riddled your souls, all full of holeswith no sense of right or sense of wrong | |
| Never remorse, what' s the recourse? | |
| Just send em' back to where they belong. | |
| Back in the cell, left to come into his own. | |
| Far worse than hell, with all the comforts of home. | |
| Shall we lighten the load? | |
| Let the bastards implode! |
| zuò cí : Klinger, Meskill | |
| Malicious intent, that' s what he meantwhen he placed a fuckin price on your head. | |
| Plenty of proof to believe in all of the shit that was said. | |
| Licensed to kill. | |
| The crowd dispersed like game. | |
| Superior skill took hold. | |
| Time to free thy name. | |
| Now we lighten the load. | |
| Let the bastards implode! | |
| Riddled your souls, all full of holeswith no sense of right or sense of wrong | |
| Never remorse, what' s the recourse? | |
| Just send em' back to where they belong. | |
| Back in the cell, left to come into his own. | |
| Far worse than hell, with all the comforts of home. | |
| Shall we lighten the load? | |
| Let the bastards implode! |
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