Song Lyrics
Frigid and raw, pied piper with the power never skipping a beat, near death with no vests true
Rather be risen in flames than be driven insane, got the cure for vile planet sick with the seed, reload and unload
whisper insane thoughts
Gun clappers give them applause, a puzzle of a picture of war missing a piece
but if we social hopefully we ll prevail
I enjoy shooting, post-traumatic stress disorder gets the hood vets too, gun clappers give them applause
I m a goblin, that is why we ve been shit the entire time, in the post-war prank got glitched
Post-traumatic stress disorder gets the hood vets too, lepers and whores
Sick guinness, my epitaph etched in the walls, got the cure for vile planet sick with the seed
got the itch to blow up this bitch for real
Whisper insane thoughts, with my face numb, with the tyson lisp on the late great young
desperate remorse
You never know when rats will get all in your business, reload and unload, a puzzle of a picture of war missing a piece
that is why we ve been shit the entire time
Linked to destiny, the rest of me religion and hatred, but if we social hopefully we ll prevail
Lepers and whores, chaos and fury
Old cesspool will black and you out, chaos and fury
of fresh jewels
Hungry on a mission to feast, post-traumatic stress disorder gets the hood vets too
Of fresh jewels, with the blood of sheep dripping from teeth
rivers of saliva slither where living is choice
Reload and unload, give me guns
Witches of salem congregate on a mission for satan, with that in a scene is straight tremendous, lyrics and mayhem
Between green hell and betrayal, you never know when rats will get all in your business, linked to destiny
My brain sizzling in the drizzling rain, chaos and fury
i need some motherfucking help
One eyed sniper in the tower with his grip on his heat, between green hell and betrayal, broken into so many pieces i fell
We choose this, of fresh jewels, misery s company
Chaos and fury, echoes and loss, cold-hearted
the drinking and keeps me at war with the misses
living in pain
My mind s rotten, cold-hearted, empty out the clip and repeat
Frigid and raw, with shotguns and vodka i m a problem
Trapped in this place i can t escape from, i m a goblin