Letra de Odds Of Even
Stare in the face of the grim death Screaming monsters bring me to deafness My dagger and swagger are useless in the face of the mirror When the mirror is made of my faceThis is the house of death Even angels die in the arms of demons This is the house of death Even angels die in the arms of demonsHide your heart in your gut But for what? When they're waiting to pull you apart like a scarecrowOn death row, soon now all of your secrets are shown This is the house of death Even angels die in arms of demons This is the house of deathEven angels die in the arms of demons No one is exempt from the odds of even No one is exempt from the odds of even No one is exempt from the odds of even No one is exempt from the odds of even