Album : Infest
Clean Lyric
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Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-socia
Plug them in and turn them on
Process data, make yourself the bomb
What is your target
What is your reason
Do you have emotions, is your heart freezing
Seizing this opportunity to speak
Ya didn't say nothin but turn your fucking cheek
Dead cell
Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said
Learn a lesson from the almighty dread
Jah nutty warrior, nothing's scarier
Kids are getting sick like malaria
Situation get harrier, throwing up all types of barriers
I'm tellin ya the kids are getting singled out
Let me hear the dead cells shout dead cell
Born with no soul
Lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and turn them on
Process the data
Make yourself the bome
Stop pointing fingers cause we are the guilty
Of clean cut lines and truth that's filthy
Believe what is the root of the word
Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds
I don't belive what my eyes behold, No
I don't believe what my ears are told, No
Sezin' this opportunity to speak
I'm saying something don't turn your fucking cheek
Dead cell
Born with no soul, lack of control   Cut from the mold of the anti-socia   Plug them in and turn them on   Process data, make yourself the bomb   What is your target   What is your reason   Do you have emotions, is your heart freezing   Seizing this opportunity to speak   Ya didn't say nothin but turn your fucking cheek   Dead cell   Sick in the head, living but dead, hear what I said   Learn a lesson from the almighty dread   Jah nutty warrior, nothing's scarier   Kids are getting sick like malaria   Situation get harrier, throwing up all types of barriers   I'm tellin ya the kids are getting singled out   Let me hear the dead cells shout dead cell   Born with no soul   Lack of control   Cut from the mold of the anti-social   Plug them in and turn them on   Process the data   Make yourself the bome   Stop pointing fingers cause we are the guilty   Of clean cut lines and truth that's filthy   Believe what is the root of the word   Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds   I don't belive what my eyes behold, No   I don't believe what my ears are told, No   Sezin' this opportunity to speak   I'm saying something don't turn your fucking cheek   Dead cell
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