The Living End (Studio)

When you’re ripe — i’ll bleed you
Dry of all your hope
I’ll plauge your worthless soul blind
Rotten to the core
Rotten to the core
I am destruction, famine and plauge
At the end of all dead-end streets
I am disease, I eclipse the sun
There’s nothing else but me When you’re at ease — i’ll starve you
Drag you through the waste
I’ll numb the pain — then sting you
Suffer the aftertaste
Suffer the aftertaste
I am destruction, famine and plauge
At the end of all dead-end streets
I am disease, I eclipse the sun
There’s nothing else but me The living end
The living end
There’s nothing else but me There’s nothing else but me I am destruction, famine and plauge
At the end of all dead-end streets
I am disease, I eclipse the sun
There’s nothing else but me