1140 Mississippi – Projector lyrics

Your mother´s gonna die
And you´ll be dressed in deepest black
Your children´s gonna die
You know they´re never coming back
It´s such a lack
For your worthless self
And you want them back
So you dream about the summer they where 12
Years old
We´re all gonna die
Sha la-la-la-la-la-la-la
Your friend´s all gonna die
You hide your face and shed a tear
You´re sister´s gonna die
And all you feel is worthless fear
You want her near
But she´s gone forever
And you can´t conquer
The pathetic little demons from your past
Oh, what a blast
We´re all gonna die
Sha la-la-la-la-la-la-la