: Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene. Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins. Preparations
: I want to kill you and share with you my pain. And if it thrills you I'll gladly kill again. I want to maim you. Your throat a bleeding well. And before
: Kill. Kill them all. Pigs written in blood on the walls. Your not entitle to accuse and judge one single man if you allow all shit that's happening
: Freedom of speech and that of information. To gather in prayer and for demonstrations. Freedom to choose. Freedom found driving a car. To posess a
: They say we're free to speak to speak whatever we may have to say and that we're free to wear it all in every f*cking way. It's up to f*cking you to
: War. The ultimate. The pinnacle of friend or foe. Always declared by the high and fought out by the low. Elevated to the state of honourable feud.
: Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged. Still pain is all you feel. A piece of meat that hardly breathes. Still much a human being. Forcing his
: Get up And get your grandma outta here Pick up Old Jim is workin' hard this year And baby Do the things he says to do Baby, if you're feeling good
: Ten million barrels at sea. Atmospheric temperature increases. Fourhundredthousand acres a day. Post-generation to pay. Chimneys spew death day and
: I am not of Jesus Christ I'm not and I am not a Satanic Child I'm not and I know not no property of high or low and I know where I come from and whereto
: I'm but a shell. A frame of a man. I'm but a glimpse of whom I used to be. I'm no more life and lust. I'm only rich on time to spend venting my own
Chained to the log. Handcuffed and drugged. Still pain is all you feel. A piece of meat that hardly breathes. Still much a human being. Forcing his way
Freedom of speech and that of information. To gather in prayer and for demonstrations. Freedom to choose. Freedom found driving a car. To posess a remote
I am not of Jesus Christ I'm not and I am not a Satanic Child I'm not and I know not no property of high or low and I know where I come from and whereto
Get up And get your grandma outta here Pick up Old Jim is workin' hard this year And baby Do the things he says to do Baby, if you're feeling good And
They say we're free to speak to speak whatever we may have to say and that we're free to wear it all in every f*cking way. It's up to f*cking you to
Sixteen years of age. The suburb sets the scene. Sixteen years of rage withheld and concealed. Doors locked. Curtains drawn. Rehearsals begins. Preparations
Ten million barrels at sea. Atmospheric temperature increases. Fourhundredthousand acres a day. Post-generation to pay. Chimneys spew death day and night
