Of Shameless forego This sickening pleasure to breed Your urban crisis so free your guards let down I can hear your screams Sorrow bleeds these lies I
Time for you War, live, for, die War, die, war Dead before Lock down dead before you wake Sick Sunday mistake Lock down dead before you wake Suddenly I hate
Brick heavy Transplanted hearts The factory pumps another Electric chairs Another cynics story Pushed off in fear It's just an oozing year Burnt vacant
Crawling under Skin The voices are back again They will never rest Until everyone is dead Fire burning inside your mind I see the look in your eyes
