| Sixpounder
|
| | Can you say what you can't do
In darkness of the eyes
The wrecking voice stain mirror
Awaiting the first sixpounder
I'm gonna show you battle
That's how the pain really is
A little piss to free you down
Like a spark resist you
Pounder!
War!
I refuse to be brought down by you
Praise is far away from what you do
Not only are you cranking up my brain
I'm meant to blow you away...666 (...pounder)
Hey, what you said, that darkest time
I try to live all right
Little bits away for you
That you try to persuade me by
Louder sixpounder!
Can you say what you can't do?
In darkness of the eyes
A little piss, to free you down
Like a spark resist you
Pounder!
War!
War!
I refuse to be brought down by you
Praise is far away from what you do
Not only are you cranking up my brain
I'm meant to blow you away...666
Chokenhold (Cocked 'n' Loaded)
Mine field is called the place I'm living in,
Carefully watching each and every step I take.
Bright white straight jacket chokes me off
My eyes are tired...
I... feel the cold steel on my forehead.
Like... binding pleasure of being dead.
Downward future! I descend...
Counterblast!
And chokehold til' the end...
I'm flushed like the booze I hammer down,
like a piece of trash to be kicked all around.
When would be a time for a better day?
My cocked 'n' loaded soulmate leads the way
|
| |
