Escape The Fate. Dying Is Your Latest Fashion. When I Go Out, I Want To Go Out On A Chariot Of Fire. Escape The Fate. Dying Is Your Latest Moda. Cuando salgo, quiero salir en un carro de fuego.
... all along, The evidence was hidden in this song, I was a ghost, I was there at the scene, As the embers rise, my hands, Smelled like gasoline, So, the headlights murdered
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