Texty:
L A Guns American Hardcore

worship me, I'm not your God Don't pray for me, Don't Now I see it clearly, only myself left to blame People drawing near me, like a moth pulled by the flame Now I feel like a

Sex, drugs, something's happening Needles and hugs, stick me, hold me Now you're on your way to a place In outer space, where the stars are bright And

Jesus can you hear me I know it's been a while But mama says she's getting tired Of waiting for you to come back into style And me I don't mind waiting

I am the voice of the next generation And I will live up to your worst expectation Protect me, infect me, dissect me, inject me Elect and suspect me again

can see it in your eyes, false hopes fed by lies You're not alone my friend, you'll see it in the end And I'll be waiting for you I took a ride today

, Stalin's fall Take down, we took down the God damn wall Fear becomes the institution Hate becomes your contribution Can't believe a word they say Gotta, gotta find, gotta be a

America This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America This is not America

style when I choose it" [(E)PMD - Crossover] "I speak for the hardcore (the hardcore)" [Verse 3: C.L. Smooth] We hittin' your set in a posse A legendary

ain't even got the leverage Pullin out guns huh, never even usin 'em Bounty we pull our guns and damn near abusin 'em This goes out for my ghettoes in America