i will never live up
to what u want me to precious
cant really catch it
till u really know what death is
fuck that rat bastid
blasted on past em
mark of the beast
infecting ur family
marketing meat
hard getting clean
starving the art
so it looks more like me
sicka mother fuckers
livin under covers
separated educated
get to where they made it
when u get there invade it
let it create it
sika kicken it to wickens
barley livin in the basement
runnin in the tunnels
hummin in the rubble
give em hell
if you give them anything
write mentally ill
on the wall and chill
guilty is the pleasure
filthy is the measure
people talking that its hot
they fuckin built me in this weather
get in the tank
and feed the bears
driftin away
the reason tears
don’t trust a cop
never fuckin sleep
but dream a lot
too late to die young
ur guna live to see it all
they watch the door
as u do as u please
don’t fuckin lie
you love weed and guns
get fuckin high
and bleed in the sun
they’ve been waiten
now the season has come
u can hear em in the distance
beaten the drum
wicked little shits
with a grip on reality
which one of you bastards
stole my drugs
strange days indeed
everbody lookin
for a place to bleed
goin insane
some kids in the corner
doin speed on the train
passin the krink
flashin their links
drain ur head
of the places fled
change rearrange
and erase the dead
rabid is the habit
of them tastey meds
save the fucking planet
like the magic go die…