can't escape the media overkill Satellites transmit the latest thrill We can't escape the media overkill Satellites transmit the latest thrill We can't escape the media overkill
leap out of faith, time to find the rope. Deadmeat; look into my eyes, how could you possibly believe the lies? Deduced to Overkill, defunct totality
It's time to walk the streets Smell the desperation Atleast there's pretty lights And though there's little variation It nullifies the night from overkill
good and loud So good I can't believe it's screaming with the crowd Don't sweat it, get it back to you Don't sweat it, get it back to you Overkill, Overkill, Overkill
Hey babe, don't act so scared All I want is some special care I'm on the run from some institution All I want's a little consolation And I can tell by
Lie, ready to kill . . Shot right through I switch off I switch off I annihilate I collapse I overkill I manipulate I celebrate I excuse I frustrate I overkill
in fear of everything we see in fear of death and misery we call the court we cast the runes and pray to god for our fortunes overkill
now? Over something that you overheard It's over dramatized Over complicated, over here All your clever talk Leaves you tongue tied It's overkill
sound like a scholar I mean - hoppin out, chain danglin, poker grill Sober still, except for an occasional dose of pills Show the steel, all of it 'til it's overkill
I push to the left, you pull to the right It's a stand off, gainin' no ground Out of the dark and into the lights It's a breakthrough, startin' with sound
Who's the one you pray to? Who's your Jesus man? Where you go when it's over And done even if you can't? With bruises on your ego Personality in a sling
I hear someone calling me Where they call from I can see no light Walk through fire To me now And the fire I can't feel Bare bones Bare bones I have
Bleed me, Let it out slow suck me dry You got to feed me take me down low Where those angels fly Aint nothing that I need no more Like a full truckload
Black suits, eyes closed Nothing left to hear One mistake, blame the youth Crossed the line of fear Burn the bridges that we crossed in time Seemed the
Voluntary action Leading to the scar upon the face Planning the reaction, the color The moment paint the place In blood, in fire Calling you back home
Gimme, gimme, gimme some candy baby I got the crave, I got to fill Lemme, lemme, lemme some money, maybe I'm gonna buy everything you sell Take it on
signed Turned my back, when I first saw you Turned to stone when I ignored you Then something greater then my will Turned me 'round to Overkill From
