Letras:
Overkill The Years Of Decay

: violent indecision, surge of mass religion let me out of prison i'm just killing time every time I turn around I start to hear familiar sound counting

: you're killin'me, your mouth is movin' but I cannot hear you speak life's a tragedy. go on livin' in a world not for the weak keep your dreams inside

s true. oh take me away on the ride of your life oh put me away deathpusher last time of my life skullkrusher ten thousand nightmares ten thousand years

: revenge is sweet for thouse who wait never early always late waiting now to consummate a marriage made in hell hand in hand, walk alone as good advice

: got so much trouble hate this job tried to get out trapped like a dog no I don't like pumpin' gas do ya hate to wait life's a game play your rules

Ow! Violent indecision Surge of mass religion Let me out of prison I'm just killing time Every time I turn around I start to hear familiar sound Waiting

Old enough to know better, too young to care Bent of self destruction no one aware If I had a reason I could make it work for me If I had an answer I

know what's today I know it falls in the years of decay self, sacrifice, everynight and together we paid a price in blood that spilled out through the years

Tradução: Overkill. Los años de decadencia.