Letras:
Graf Orlock Destination Time Yesterday

I don't care who you are, back in the world, I'll bleed you. Real quiet and leave you here. I ain't got time to bleed. You got time to duck? Bunch of

Jesus, I don't exist. Don't try to follow me. What the fuck is going on here? You cant install a simple goddamn double implant? Its not my fault, we

all the stakes. Haven't you bastards ever heard of the first amendment? Now listen, because of the rapidly deteriorating situation on the highway, we have no fresh meat. It's time

Comrades. America is a whorehouse, where the revolutionary ideals of your forefathers are bought and sold in the alleyways of capitalism. If i here a

Fuck you. You senile bastard. This is bullshit. I like your gun man. Jesus had days like this hounded and attacked like a criminal. Nuke. Where is it

Do you know what this is? Two keys of uncut crystal meth. What is this shit? That shit's crystal meth. You think I like this haircut? My wife wants me