Feel the rythm, feel the soul, Lords of Acid take control (x4) Ooho o Ooho o There's madness, to see that there's no gain Takes control of my brain
rhythm, feel the soul Lords of Acid Take Control (x4) Whoa-o-ah-oh (x4) Whoa-o-ah-oh (x4) Feel the rhythm, feel the soul Lords of Acid Take Control (
like they boxed in It's not just where they record There's a cost to be the boss They can't clearly afford Swear to the Lord, there's guns like the
earth The evils rise Pits of hate open wide Chasm of my dreams Last of chimes, monks arrive And take my mind again Waste polluted memories Acid rivers
the rhythm, feel the soul, Lords of Acid take control Feel the rhythm, feel the soul, Lords of Acid take control Feel the rhythm, feel the soul, Lords of Acid take control
a fuck When the music's high in their spaced out club When the alcohol rushes through their brains And they lose control with the drugs they take Ooh ... Take
for help From satan, of from God, or the bomb, The acid pollution, there is no solution The greenhouse effect taking place. And wars will arise, the
boxed in it's not just where they record there's a cost to be the boss they can't clearly afford swear to the Lord, theres guns like the audience you
sick and tired of it all im falling on my knees Tell me lord why I cant take it no more I got a demon inside of me and its taking control Confess sinning
ridiculous shit, Like a nipple-less tit - you're useless But hang around anyway hoping to get felt Lyrically acidic when I spit it, making mics melt
Poppin like Orville Redd'n Bocker or Betty Crocker The pop secret is the fourty-five glock popper Control men like rats thats controlled by Ben or Willis
for help From Satan, of from God, or the tomb, The acid pollution, there is no solution The greenhouse effect taking place. And wars will arise, the
in the champagne room with broke feeling So fake amongst plastic piranhas I'm a put you all to sleep in some acid pajamas Central intelligence odyssey, mind control
beyond the furthest reaches Soul control memoirs of wars and battles scars from lords The reward when I battle stars and self excel war for control
We are not to be fucked wit [Chorus x2: Killah Priest] If y'all really wanna flow, take advice from the four First step could be the best, take breath control
dealings in the champagne room with broke feeling So fake amongst plastic piranhas I'm a put you all to sleep in some acid pajamas Central intelligence odyssey, mind control