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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dread
Dread
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eric Buendia Ortega
Eric Buendia Ortega
Songwriter
Diego González Loya
Diego González Loya
Songwriter
Emiliano Chávez Topete
Emiliano Chávez Topete
Songwriter
Leonardo Juarez Espejel
Leonardo Juarez Espejel
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's cold, deep inside
Inside my jail
Trying to make it out
My heart dies, filled with lies
Pain intensifies
God please come tell me why
Please oh god please come tell me why
I'm tied up in my mind
Feeling not so fine
Finally realize, i'm not gettin'…
He's waiting upstairs to kill
Let me go, promise i won't cry, won't see
Let me out my wretched dream
Let me get some reality
He's waiting upstairs to kill
Let me go, promise i won't cry, won't see
let me out my wretched dream
I already know he's waiting
To kill
They just think i'm dead
I'm not gettin' out
He's waiting upstairs
To kill
They just turn them dead
I'm not gettin' out
He's waiting upstairs
To kill
They just think i'm dead
I'm not gettin' out
He's waiting upstairs
To kill
They just turn them dead
I'm not gettin' out
He's waiting upstairs to…
You motherfucker, i see how it is
You're not here for someone but me
I'll show you reality
I'll show you the death in me
So come and tell me what do you see
What do you feel when you make me bleed?
I won't let you have one more night
Even if you bury me alive
He's waiting upstairs to kill
Let me go, promise i won't cry, won't see
Let me out my wretched dream
Let get me some reality
He's waiting upstairs to kill
Let me go, promise i won't cry, won't see
Let me out my wretched dream
I already know he's waiting
To kill
They just think i'm dead
I'm not gettin' out
He's waiting upstairs
To kill
They just turn them dead
I'm not gettin' out
He's waiting upstairs
To kill
They just think i'm dead
I'm not gettin' out
He's waiting upstairs
To kill
They just think i'm dead
I'm not gettin' out
He's waiting upstairs to
It's just a dream, i don't wanna see it
The phone rings, i don't wanna fuckin' hear it
Pain grows in my bones
Feel it down to the core
Blood comin' through my nose
Wanna keep my eyes closed
It's just a dream, i don't wanna see it
The phone rings, i don't fucking wanna hear it
So come for me, feel my fucking pain
Come for me, come and feel my fucking pain
So come for me, feel my fucking pain!
Come for me, feel my fucking pain!
Come for me, feel my fucking pain!
Come for me, feel my fucking pain!
Written by: Diego González Loya, Emiliano Chávez Topete, Eric Buendia Ortega, Leonardo Juarez Espejel
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