Songtext von For A Good Time

Burning hate death fuck Wrap your legs around this Lead pipes go through skulls In beams of red If life was a bit of what it should be I'd be your one true son Preach religion individualistic needs Drop kicks bad bits done Beatings and killings all that are willing Crossing the lines... deaths true calling Nothing to say to you, nothing for you, yeah you Fits of anger, fits of rage burning inside me Life estranged, through disdain, burning inside me Fits of anger, fits of rage burning inside me Burning hate death fuck In beams of red i paint the walls of all atrocities Bloodlust, bloodkill, calling Fits of anger, fits of rage burning inside me Life estranged, through disdain, burning inside me Fits of anger, fits of rage burning inside me