Texty:
Destruction Made Simple Terror Stricken Youth

a living and the record in my head keeps on spinning all they will say is all in due time i pray for the sign and hope it is simple A thunder that rolls

Now you're in an old mess you think I'm here to save you Acted with your violence but you ended up in silence You think you have it simple but your agent

Medicine not the only curse or is it what you want to give Troubled times destroy sunshine causes toil on my soil Freedom lost chaos caused Will your

dead at a house that was once there that's where we fled in the past we left one behind oh my god i have one left one frustrated youth is lost ignorance

Let freedom sing from the bells that ring Lets make a bomb attack It will be a great comeback lets make those bastards pay on your daughters wedding

your tv reality is not what you can see reality is not on the tv are you now bored and the drugs you had are smoked everything you tried to eat has now made