Man made hell, with no where to turn
Somethings wrong, what
Your hesitance drives
You to hide away
Forget about what could have
All I need is just a bit of some violence
The
I am who I am - Drug Driven Insane
I will
Boodstained hands, I'm covered in it
How I love the taste
In
Volts of rage and hate strike down
Setting off your
Outershell is so sweet
Your inner core is rotten
Thats what makes
Total chaos, catastrophy
All the victims of violent tragedy
Mourning souls sal