Besedila:
A Day To Remember Speak Of The Devil

road this is our triumph over all the forms of filth you've spread well never let this go right from the very start i knew this day would come tonights

road this is our triumph over all the forms of filth you've spread well never let this go right from the very start i knew this day would come tonights

the road this is our triumph over all the forms of filth you've spread well never let this go right from the very start i knew this day would come tonights

road this is our triumph over all the forms of filth you've spread well never let this go right from the very start i knew this day would come tonights

a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and

killer stamina Another year I'm here but forgotten Skin is rotting feeling old, cold Motherfucker in a robe gonna sentence me to die in a metal chair

world rot Every type of crime, loud cheers from the audience, They was jocking my style Buck wild, doing my thang, fulfilling my dream Shit, I remember thinking about back when I was a

era is on Fuck a critic, fuck, fuck a critic, all the fuckin' critics Can get the did it, all a fuckin' critic does is Draw a fuckin' line cross a line

don't hear, Im'a try harder, even if I die from bulletshots like a martyr. This world be drivin' me hysterical, God I need a miracle, devil keep tryin