Texty: Superdrag. Industry Giants. Slow to Anger.
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
The opposite of how I feel
The opposite of how I live
There's no justice in this deal
Something infinitely greater
Doubt starts rocking me in waves
Brought on by the great degrader
Unstabilized in all my ways
But I keep pushing down that fader
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak in anger
Who I really am looks like a stranger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak in anger
'Til my violent heart's in greatest danger, yeah
My soul's a cage of unclean birds
It's a den of loathsome creatures
The stench of death my empty words
And wickedness my every feature
So if I've had it up to here
Upon this path of least resistance
Forsake this mission to defend
The very means of my existence
If I turn away from here towards the place
Of a skull where it went down once for all
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak in anger
Who I really am looks like a stranger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
The opposite of how I feel
The opposite of how I live
There's no justice in this deal
Something infinitely greater
Doubt starts rocking me in waves
Brought on by the great degrader
Unstabilized in all my ways
But I keep pushing down that fader
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak in anger
Who I really am looks like a stranger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak in anger
'Til my violent heart's in greatest danger, yeah
My soul's a cage of unclean birds
It's a den of loathsome creatures
The stench of death my empty words
And wickedness my every feature
So if I've had it up to here
Upon this path of least resistance
Forsake this mission to defend
The very means of my existence
If I turn away from here towards the place
Of a skull where it went down once for all
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak in anger
Who I really am looks like a stranger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak, slow to anger
Slow to speak
Industry Giants
Superdrag