Letras:
The Servant Brains

clear so clear This is my home lying in the street This is my brain dripping on my feet This is my home lying in the road This is my brain you see explode

clear so clear This is my home lying in the street This is my brain dripping on my feet This is my home lying in the road This is my brain you see explode

s clear so clear This is my home lying in the street This is my brain dripping on my feet This is my home lying in the road This is my brain you see

serve me with hate Hallowed be my name Hallowed be my name The god of creation you beg for damnation You think you can serve me with hate Hatred

Clark I will bust I will spark and flame in the booth You blind you shoulda saw it when I came in the booth I serve the thunder, that shit that'll brang

: [Intro mysterious music:] "Absolutely no one under 17 will be admitted without parent or certified adult guardian." "They'll fry your brain. They're

The ones you left out, jobs were givin', better livin' But we were kept out Made to feel inferior, but we're the superior Break the chains in out brains

my life leaves me blind all are fuckin' lies knight in shining armore karma dishonor heaven and hell and nirvana promises perfect and serve believe in

cause for inner demons' microphones. Fields of shells that lurk in murky waters. A bed of nails for less traumatic slumber. Logic's tough but brains are sweet, we've served