Subject A wants to throw it all away He's sick of all the pain Wants to turn it into rage Learn how the barrel tastes Before its too late [chorus]
Překlad: Killing Měsíc. Předmět.
Rino:] They can't identify, the gifted ace I fake em out, because I wake up every morning with a different face I snatch punks, and hit the kill switch Fuck a picture on a
brain As I explain The subjective mainframe Of the first born the was slain in vain Carried by the talents of a ancient crane A angel cries In lies in
