: Train-train burning like a absolute, Drunk with the love of the fire Brain-brain burning and the leather boot. Kicking like he never gets tired...
: Give me your love, give me your money Give me your soul, let me have it honey All lined up, paint 'em red All lay down, praying me dead Here you go
: Ain't nobody listening, ain't nobody there Somebody is screaming this ain't fair 30 pieces glistening, speak up if you dare That is what the book said
: [Features Randall Blythe (Lamb of God) on vocals] All buys are final the act suicidal A moment defining a life Not hatred or racial, goddamn, insulatial
swifter than the hand In bloody fascination His pride to wear the brand Bend and twist and tear the will Show them where you've been A tribute to your Overkill
: Hey, hey smokey with the iron grip Bang-bang knocking it down Hangman headed on the psycho trip He gives the best stretch around I got the hear say
: What's the sense of running blind If you never know where you go What's the sense of suicide If the crash is all you know I'm a right-down, lower than
: Sweeter, then you leave me Hanging on a circle Nine to the center of eternity divine And if you don't believe me Sorrow has a purpose Forgiving indiscretions
: Wake a little woozy, feeling shitty Overdone, over tired Waling like you lose, just shitty, wherever you go Are you happy with the congregation Do
: Pray for the days of glory Long gone the master plan Gone is the pride of independence Sacrificed like a lamb Here is the same old story Here where
Wake up, baby, Daddy's comin' to crack your skull in two Hit you like a hammer, baby, down to play a fool No to the kicking, no more to say No having
Wake up baby, daddy's comin' to crack your skull in two. Hit you like a hammer baby, down the play a fool. No to the kicking! No more to say! No having
Preklad: Prezbrojenie. Nehynúcu.
: Wake up baby, daddy's comin' to crack your skull in two. Hit you like a hammer baby, down the play a fool. No to the kicking! No more to say! No having
