They're gonna rip your eyelids off and spit culture down your throat
break the silence with screams
fight and kick time until it bleeds
I guess I'm doing alright
I've got a shotgun and a bottle of Rhine
stifle your troubles and fears
you give me goosebumps when you put your fingers through your hair
you didn't know you had a thing called innocence
you never knew you could twist like this