Texty:
Bad Co Project

With the kids growing up today there is something going wrong Sorry kids, but I?ve got the feeling all your rebel spirit?s gone Cell phone nonstop,

Living with a split in your identity it?s not an easy ride... it tortures your mind, you don?t get it straight Outward no difference it?s hard to see

One of these days again, one thought?s so dominant I set out desperately, gotta get some in the end... [Chorus:] I want it bad as fuck I love it spinning

Yes I?d call it a drug, the stuff I really need ... at full volume man it?s pure amphetamine it?s infectious and I?m hooked on its pulsing beat ... no

You tell everyone your life?s so bleak so what?s the fucking point? Another day?s another mess and there?s none left you enjoy You moan about how bad

A thin white line on the mirror in front of me my last sleep was long ago the pulse too fast, my eyes chasing enemies which I neither see nor know My

What?s gone wrong with our own race? Human scum's to be replaced... Here we stand on the brink of decline wasting more precious time while man still

[Chorus:] This is my lot, this is my way won?t follow no one?s rules but mine I was never meant to be a saint Leave me alone - THIS IS MY LIFE ... and

Living in the dawning of a century that has long been praised Scary news on the telly everyday it looks more like hell?s been raised Plague and poverty