[chorus:] the shot - i need the antidote - shot - gimme the antidote the shot - i want the antidote - i guess i need a lot i guess i this is a fucking
the assembly plant is smothering me i'm a predefined commodity the marauder mill needs an unpolluted grist i can feel the strain around my wrist we'
[chorus:] the breath of a hurricane - [all shall fall] ? the breath of a hurricane - [all shall fall] ? the breath of a hurricane it's the conspiracy
home of titans - where extension is the frame remission is the play - in this amaranthine game in our compulsory advance - the conquest belts the soil
imposter [chorus:] imposter - i am the torch at the gate imposter - i am the switch in the grenade imposter - i am the rush within the raid imposter -
the country that i am, is lost tonight the visions, the strucutres, the unions are sold delusion is a dense cold forest of intrests where freedom now
sometimes i care to wonder about the blindfold on my soul about the razor wire fence that isolates me in the mold the precipice is closing in on rancid
these private fantasies of share and profit when did the market turn this decadent desired expertise claiming the orbit since when are takeovers this
with every context of crisis that you bend - with every arsenal and all the weaponry you invent with every poverty-line, that you assign - you shape the
these shackles are routine, then prison is surrender we're suffering the calibre The calibre. The calibre is well incorporated the government is fully generated initiate the sequencer calibre calibre
I pushed you forward, the artificial place, cause i need people with a nameless face, I pushed you backward, the natural disgrace, now we're seekers
he meritocracy freedom - the contrast of freedom - the contrast the network's avaricious, the fabric takes the darkest quote no salvaging the designated
cocked Jam the barrel in my mouth Need a reprieve from my misery Unrelenting anxiety All ask is one final plea .44 caliber brain surgery... surgery [
Preklad: Kalandre. Calibre 45.
Preklad: Rozchod. Nemožno fu Wit.
Preklad: Rozchod. Son of a Gun (Remix).
Preklad: Demolačné kladivo. 0,44 Calibre operácii mozgu.
