D.O.C. 歌词

Worthless baggage, a flesh bound wasteland Guttered mind and bleeding shadow Crazed is the fist of innocence Undo the lock Bleeding clean oppressive nature, primal instincts old To hold back what runs through your veins is a crime Isolation Fall into your own isolation Crawl deep inside into a hole Bleeding clean oppressive nature Primal instincts ages old and damned To hold back what runs through you veins Is a crime against yourself Crawl into your isolation Fall again Fucker