red, red groove Screamed mega-flow A stalking ground without prey A flash of superstition Whimpering like a crippled animal Dogs of the Soul-Crusher
What is it? What it is? What is it? Dazzling, yea starving town, starving town Out of the cold, out of the cold (Die, die, die) Money man rumble, dream
Asylum erotica, yeah I said the ones on the wheels Doomsday machinist, flying out the window She's looking strange Nowhere to nowhere Diamonds, she's
Years have a come and gone. Now I stand forward. More than I ever was. Assault and reassemble. Mr. Paranoid. A real backseat driver. But, I had to move
A knuckle duster is the most deadly in the ponderous pace Of floating justice single-handed dynamo Take it now, say the way we want and not for you to
Reconstruction idea, take the ultimate trip Yeah, ultimate trip Assassination, invasion A criminal masterpiece hang on the walls Like a gold on the moon
Ze wheels o' fire, a double man defier, a motor and I Regenerate, I am your final Pompeii, o 'etched in acid Like a shack of hate, love in the gut a downbeat
Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out A violent burst of some kind, kind, kind, kind Mind state, a dirty little drunk and cluttered Shinning a problem
Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord, yeah Hell on earth, a semi-trane Expression of pre-occupation skin beating Heart breathing, eyes splashing Walls humming Soul crushing, soul crushing
from his brain slashing Yeah crib death, killing the cradle Crunching the baby in a dashboard light Yeah, like some cheesy ass figurines Jesus, Mary Joseph crushed
like fat in the fire the smell of red Red groovie screamed mega-flow A stalking ground without prey A flash of superstition whimpering like a crippled animal Dogs of the soul-crusher
"He can't get away with by the time He gets in front of the jury He'll be a good boy", said man one At a little before five o'clock He went through the
Tulkojums: White Zombie. Soul-Smalcinātājs.
fat in the fire the smell of red, red groove screamed mega-flow - A stalking ground without prey - a flash of superstition whimpering like a crippled animal - Dogs of the Soul- Crusher
: A knuckle duster is the most deadly in the ponderous pace Of floating justice single-handed dynamo. Take it now, say the way we want and not for you
back. Out of the chaos comes a reason whipcord yea!! Hell on Earth a semi-trane. Exression of pre-occupation skin beating. Heart breathing. Eyes splashing. Walls humming. Soul Crushing. Soul Crushing
: "He can't get away with by the time, he gets in front of the jury he'll be a good boy;" said man one. At a little before 5'oclock he when through the
: What is it? What it is. What is it? Dazzling, yea starving town, starving town, out of the cold, out of the cold (Die, Die, Die!) Moneyman rumble.
