Peddlers of Death

Zakk Wylde

Come, 'Take My Hand'
Let us walk for a while
Your burden of pain
Replaced with a smileFor the peddlers of death
Come, calling one more time
Bearing promisesSo called friends running loose
Draining you whole
'Til you're of no use
Letting go of what you need mostEarly wish
Early grave
Early ghost

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