They customised their gear and synchronised They flame out in the streets with flame in their eyes Guerilla operator ain't heard of cool Check out any
Welcome to intermission Yea, intermission Ahh Ahh
Diamonds and dust (home at last) Poor man last, rich man first Lamborghinis, caviar Dry martinis, Shangri-la I got a burning feeling Deep inside of me
Shelly , Jane, Laura, Stacey See them on the beachOr in New York City Jennifer and Cyndee And Sascha and Marvin Can you name, name, name, name them
Immortal Gods Of Life, Cast Into Waves, Bleed For The Maker, Drowning In His Faith, No Ressurection, Crush The Lifeless Spawn, Preview Of Tomorrow, Dying
I am the one, camouflage and guns Risk my life to keep my people from harm Authority vested in me I sacrifice with my brothers in arms Through this doorway
How does it feel When you have it all? How can you live With nothing at all? Where do you run? Where do you go? The holes in your truth Are starting
In my perfect isolation I can stay here for awhile Antidotes and revelations Just extend my own exile Wasting away, the world's right in front of me
Now I don?t know and it?s hard to explain But it seems like things are just kind of insane Because the world is crying but nobody?s listening So please
When the day begins all the guilt sinks in And I look on the wreckage of the night Though I try to break free, the cycle breaks me Am I ever gonna see
This time you?re really dead Once followed but always led You thought you?d rise above it all It?s all inside your head, all ripping it up in shreds I
Let?s make this complicated Thinking is overrated We?re busting out Of this shitty little town and Green grass and colored lenses Tear down these picket
I am the one, your help I?ve refused Your offering hand, just set off the fuse Oh, I am the rock that pushes away I gave up tomorrow despite today And
Getting edgy all the time Someone around me just a step behind It's kinda scary shape I'm in Walls are shakin' and they're closing in Too fast or a bit
Hey man, you know I'm really okay The gun in my hand will tell you the same But when I'm in my car, don't give me no crap 'Cause the slightest thing and
I wrote her off for the tenth time today And practiced all the things I would say But she came over, I lost my nerve I took her back and made her dessert
I?m not the one who made the world what it is today I?m not the one who caused the problems started long ago But now I deal with all the consequence that
I believe that reality?s gone, disillusion?s real I believe that morality?s gone and there?s nothing to feel If you take the sacred things, the things