Some say sufferings not much But I say... We make sure to know We know a lot of who we're killing We fell apart We all fell apart Underestimate what
we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with me and I won't steer you wrong Put your faith and your trust as I guide us through
It's your last chance in this lifetime The line forms at the rear You won't believe your eyes Your eyes will not believe your ears Get your money out
stay there with him and try and stay you Getting away is important I can pull a couple strings like a guitar hand Better yet, bring out the whole guitar band
you say they're in a band But, not me Cause I really am It's LP for your fucking information pal So you can stop staring back over your shoulder now
[Apathy:] I'll break ya brain cells off at the stem your status is stupider Ap' is a nuclear blast, heart blacker than Lucifer I could sit and write a
I suggest you keep our name out of your headlines Unless you wanna mess that is Your best bet is to set your dirty laundry separate From the clean before your
nine cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms I’m a young God, swagga un-flawed b-tch Im in the building, you in the front yard lifes a b-tch yeah, better
burning up in Bako where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother, it's just too bad your father's mad, your mother's now your lover
mindless puppet; Beelzebub will pull the strings! Your heart will lose direction, And chaos it will bring. You'd better shut your mouth, Better watch your
fucking singing And now you know that I will never stop the fucking singing I'm like a fucking one-man band I'm like a fucking one-man band! (Jack
you high to make you high Doctor I am feeling better what was that you sang did you write it or recite it or just steal it from a band ah my bones are
mistreat a body that's hotter than one hundred suns You deserve a better man and I got the better plan Cupid ain't got sh** on me I'm harder than Superman
s side I wasn't gonna buy just anyone's cockatoo So why would I invite a complete stranger into my home Would you? These days are better than that These days are better than
painted your ora It's like Beehtoven composed your vocal tones Wrote band inspired hand sculpted you the desire of man (uh) Michel Angelo grieves inside you Seeds of my wildest dreams fertilized in your eyes Your
to be a place better than this in heaven so right before i pass dear god what iam askin remember this face save me a place in heaven you but you told me your
nine Cut your tongue out, mail it to your moms I'm the young god, swagga un-flawed Bitch I'm in the buildin', you in the front yard Life's a bitch, nah, better
do it for the stands now let me see your hands let me introduce you to the band and i'm the main man building up my following hold it with fans believe than
