Armour you ass time is right to fight Slam your lips, talkin' is a bad habit. We learned to take before we learned to give But we can see evil even though we're blind. My fat heart begs for fresh blood Space between skull and brain is growin' I'm gettin' lost without hope, I don't like my present at all. Ground is bursting under my feet How daya feel, how daya feel? Sky is fallin' on my head How daya feel, how daya feel? Chorus: Infinite terrorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
