"I often dreamed of the dead.... Pull the string!"
Taking it, on the chin Puts me in a primal rage Super-fist hits the mark Buried under your ribcage
That's when I feel the power surge And my true artistry begins I'm like a painter hooked on red And I need all the practice I can get
That's when the screamin' starts! Yeah!
Taking it, in the back Puts me in a fuckin' rage Super-fist, lord-child Sent crashing through your ribcage
That's when I feel the power surge And I get the creative urge I need all the practice I can get To weave this tapestry of red
That's when the screamin' starts!
"This is what I'm going to do to you now, Fan the skin from your body Slowly... bit by bit"
Oh, have mercy! Yeah!
Taking it, on the chin Whips me into overdrive Super-fist, lord child Buried under your ribcage
And I take it In the back And I've had it So I go right for your spine Oh yeah Now I'm breaking it YeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
