Letras:
Pro Pain Foul Taste Of Freedom

he sits around and watches while you work and laughs at your business and gives you a smirk he thinks he's got it all figured out he'll even give you

hate is like a fire burning in my head you are my desire as i desire you dead please don't ask me questions because i can only lie and the hunt

tell me can you feel the heat, from the man on the beat while you're pushing on the street, feeling like you're ten feet tall well you're looking kinda

beyond the realms of death lies beneth the earth a beast and all is well as he rots in hell in myth made by man but he's soon to be released he

WE ARE THE RED, WHITE AND BLUE THAT YOU BLEED WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO SURVIVE AND SUCCEED WORTHLESS AND WEAK IS "BE ALL YOU CAN BE" DEMOCRACY LEAVES A FOUL TASTE OF FREEDOM