War (The Process)的吉他谱
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War (The Process)的歌词
Cultivate a war breed, get the head your soul needs, crystallize at light speed, dis the lies that they feed x2
Split the lip that dope feeds, exterminate the bad seed, tread the paths that monks breathe, ride the horse that runs free, that runs free, that runs free.
Lies, Drugs, Hate, Guns, God, Fear, Flies, Sex; Lies, Drugs, Hate, Guns, God, Fear, Flies, Sex.
Split the lip that dope feeds, exterminate the bad seed, tread the paths that monks breathe, ride the horse that runs free, that runs free, that runs free.
Lies, Drugs, Hate, Guns, God, Fear, Flies, Sex; Lies, Drugs, Hate, Guns, God, Fear, Flies, Sex.