, Sodom, Thrasher, katana, barrels, dynamite, burger Subway, city, violence, cage Thriving on the streets of rage My car, street fighter, wheelchair
You wanna die,no sir! you wanna live?!,yes sir!,you wanna quit?!!,no sir you wanna go to another school??!! no sir!! Why? 'cause i have place to go!!!
And who are the people they'll harm I told her Chorus: Some believe the final fight Will be won with greatest might Weapons aren't what make us strong
I laughed too hard at the crashing waves I got knocked over, washed out to an early grave leave me alone, I'll be fine leave me alone, I'll be fine
three times a day a disgusting product rests in walking graves lies between your teeth with no voices to scream and all the blood to bleed we fight losing
In ten years, I think I'll be dead From a beat gone dry in my head And this sickness that's eating at me Like how I feel on day 53 In four days I'll
Daylight fading setting sun in slow motion dark waves breaking this time in total silence "the open ocean holds no mercy ire vibes and circus scenes"
Like enemies, use leaves to cover holes fall into a world, darkness covers all I'm hiding from the sun today but I'm so much safer (warmer) in my cave
There's pictures flashing and lights so visually captivating an answer to all your problems to rid you of self hating if money was a gun, your life would
Set sail today Since fifteen, I'm tired of being forced on these knees Stolen from my loves, countless empty days justified with pay The less I care
I lost count of all the things I hated. From your face, and these clothes and the music. I'm still always rooting for the underdog. I just cna't stand
dreams are meant for those who lie to themselves and each day gone by I've given up on me, on us water all around me, all I found was rust hope is meant
This isn't last month's paper with the value lost, or the people we've said goodbye to with no lesson taught. And years slide away with similar themes
Friday night, this is the party night! Such the perfect night, to stay separated from our minds Ten yards away is the drunken clamor, of pacified suburbanites
How long until it breaks you down and eats away at your? Trying hard to keep the peace and trying to hard to reach for you. Sweep this to a corner and
How does it feel to be a problem? Because I feel fine. I never knew I had all of this. I never asked for it, so I'll take it and run. How does it feel
We're to busy scratching ourselves to think that something's wrong. We're too busy sitting on this faulty throne held by our wrongs. The social ruiners
be no blood, there will be no fucking blood slamming doors just to breathe getting close just leave hiding maps, lost, out at sea like a fight, a right
