The Living End - The Great Deceiver

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