Testo di Kill The Snakes

Lockdown We're falling out Decaying ranks and pranks Against my flesh Death's finished ripping and hell has broken loose Decay's on every corner, war is on the tube A generation of dropouts is empty handed and discontent The bastard sons of the revolution: what you see is what you get Death's finished ripping and hell is broken loose Decay's on every corner, war is on the tube It's so ironic, the weak will follow the blind And rats will race while the master's away Rise to your feet, come line your street For the path of the pale horse leads not astray I wrote a song I hoped the world would hate as much as I hate myself today But I'm still screaming at the top of my lungs so you can hear me... Kill the snakes