Tekster:
Flotsam And Jetsam Unnatural Selection

had a little bump to smoke You smell the punchline and don't get the joke Don't pick up the phone don't get the door Gotta pick your face and do some

permanent part of this spot right here The wind in my face, it screams in my ear Falling faster, no one here I will soon have time to rest and time

I won't subscribe And I'll recognize How fucked up you really are The way you love to be Self-centered selfish piece of shit Another morning shows and

, e-mail and express Fax instructions for the bomb A bone breaking game of chess Starved and banged what a way to go Slit wristed, run over and hanged

Lived to live through a lie Lived and lied to buy some time Hit the bottom ready to shine On this tattooed cross we'll die Alone to question, wonder