Oh, did you think that I was kidding Oh, did you think that I was Oh, too late, too late... Aw, too late motherfucker Must remember to keep both feet
devy in the corner of his teen year born to run away children in the middle with the village idiot so he never made the potty grade now maybe he pulled
Decimator Penetrate and desecrate my soul Penetrate and decimate them all God, have you always be listening to me Hell has a way with the pros Give
bleeding hearts will never stop what bleeding lips will start, I'll make your mother take your friends, and take your hands, and ride the feeding cart
hey man, I'm going to fuck this shit up no fear, no compromise, I want it all I will never be afraid, and I'll die with what I believe all of you assholes
I've got a feeling with the wrong people and I can't control my thoughts I wish that I could sleep and just get this over with ...this is only high school
Penetrate and desecrate my soul, Penetrate and decimate them all. God have you akways been listening to me? Hell has a way with the prose, Give me the
all is calm, and all is right you took the call, you took the fight I'm finished here, I'm on to the next this time, this time, this time, this time,
So what man? So what? It leaves me too low... And it pushes me out It leaves me behind ...all of my life ...all of my days Your woman... So
Praing yourself, Do you know what you're doing? Point blank when you hear what I say No way you can wash away nature... Do you know what you're doing...
ever... Forever... For EVER
King Rau, BEAT ALL, Fucking...STRENGTH! King Rau, BEAT ALL, Fucking...STRENGTH! Know that the music industry's ill, and we're the fucking antidote,
gotta ride... Animal, you're an animal... you're a goddamn fucking animal We'll find a way to love again Force Fed to the world We're young And we'
work expectations bind the holy to the wrong reflecting what they'll never be sing out, pay out another day has come and gone get used to the feeling
I watch the way you move, and I count by the way you press your eyes and by the little things that put you down, ride the rails to where you are - help
Imperial WE HAVE RETURNED FOREVER'S INVENTION THE TWO BECAME ONE TILL WE COLLIDE TWO WORLDS COLLIDE TILL WE COLLIDE...OH... Further...further...FURTHER
Young machines Machines they burn the war Bring on the babe my Lord Bring on the Young Bring on the Young my God Bring on the dumb The machines, machines
you pretentious fucking losers you've got nothing at all you've got your fingers in your asshole and your hand on the call and you talk such fucking horseshit
