they call it dreams i call it disaster all we ask is more and faster make love with agony make love with strife i've been waiting for this my whole life
all that i want all that i need all that i want just sickens me(to death) look at high society on a crusifix how they fuck up your mind with their dirty tricks you can't make me think the same you can't make me be the same i made the killing game
shure you're stupid it's not your fault sold out for money sold your soul right down the drain
