For A Good Time – Damaged – letras

Burning hate death fuckWrap your legs around thisLead pipes go through skullsIn beams of redIf life was a bit of what it should beI’d be your one true sonPreach religion individualistic needsDrop kicks bad bits doneBeatings and killings all that are willingCrossing the lines… deaths true callingNothing to say to you, nothing for you, yeah youFits of anger, fits of rage burning inside meLife estranged, through disdain, burning inside meFits of anger, fits of rage burning inside meBurning hate death fuckIn beams of red i paint the walls of all atrocitiesBloodlust, bloodkill, callingFits of anger, fits of rage burning inside meLife estranged, through disdain, burning inside meFits of anger, fits of rage burning inside me