Из альбома: Dictated Aggression
I greet the day with anger, bombs and verbal threats
I lift my head, in dread, of things not yet
Lets have a drink, then throw up in the fucking sink
Shot glass...shot glass
If your in sight
There's gonna be a fight
Shot glass...shot glass
It's me and you and shots enough for two
I drink the drink, I drink,
Until I drink again
I see the day, my eyes are glazed and pinned