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i will never live up to what u want me to precious cant really catch it till u really know what death is fuck that rat bastid blasted on past em mark of the beast infecting ur family marketing meat hard getting clean starving the art so it looks more like me sicka mother fuckers livin under covers separated educated get to where they made it when u get there invade it let it create it sika kicken it to wickens barley livin in the basement runnin in the tunnels hummin in the rubble give em hell if you give them anything write mentally ill on the wall and chill Songtexteguilty is the pleasure filthy is the measure people talking that its hot they fuckin built me in this weather get in the tank and feed the bears driftin away the reason tears don't trust a cop never fuckin sleep but dream a lot too late to die young ur guna live to see it all they watch the door as u do as u please don't fuckin lie you love weed and guns get fuckin high and bleed in the sun they've been waiten now the season has come u can hear em in the distance beaten the drum wicked little shits with a grip on reality which one of you bastards stole my drugs strange days indeed everbody lookin for a place to bleed goin insane some kids in the corner doin speed on the train passin the krink flashin their links drain ur head of the places fled change rearrange and erase the dead rabid is the habit of them tastey meds save the fucking planet like the magic go die (Thanks to Lee Willis for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania