Doomsday - Betzefer

Six feet under your rightous self

And all you proudly own you abuse

Be fake with your money

You know how it’s funny to lose

Don’t ya?

And spare a young girl a night of shelter

Man, ain’t nothing gets in your way

Boy you know she wants you

And you know you want it today

When there’s no other way

And no guilt sticks, really

Until doomsday!

Until all is lost you’ll celebrate

Your day of tryumph

It’s each man to his own, yeha I’m talking about…

Time to call it a day won’t come

Already had it all spiked with belief

Boy you don’t know what’s real

And you’ve ground your last teeth in

And no way to severe this

'cause no guilt sticks, really

Until doomsday!

Until all is lost you’ll celebrate

Your day of tryumph

It’s each man to his own, yeha I’m talking about…

And see, everybody’s been talking about it

So how do you feel about death?

My talents were blinded my my wrath

And I’ve seen the last resort

It showed me LOVE forsakes us