Texty:
Aggression

from the bones of the dead With mud and straw, blood and sweat You know your worth when your enemies Praise your architecture of aggression Praise your architecture of aggression

Razors edge Outlines the dead Incisions in my head Anticipation, the stimulation To kill the exhilaration Close your eyes Look deep in your soul Step

make me feel aggression I can't believe all I hear As for you you'd better prepare to feel my rage All I am is... aggression To your face - I am the

calls What will the wind bring these days? The smell of self-deception? Masses of dullness, a spiral cage As they ride on visual aggression Once, I

Young girl, so sweet And once so innocent Your life, so brutal True emotions suppressed You scream, but he won't Hear a word till, he's had his away Victim

intentions My greed for blood is growing more and more Extreme aggressions Seeing you suffer brings pleasure to me Extreme aggressions My aggressions

Intense devastation of nature Constructing a future for man The world is sold dirt cheap For promises no one can ever keep There's no hope, just decay

[Method Man] Ah-ahhowwwwwwwwww! We are... here... to lay this boy... to rest... And so shall you... be put, to death... [Method Man] Beware of the

glass cuts deep into the skin Moshed up knuckles a drunken threesome With a fist and a wall And an empty bottle Primal, primal Primal, primal, aggression