blueandyellow43

Germania I: Foreign Black Lace ------------------------------------------- so death to you all is the sin of saying what the fuck? the ground has you baying nothing will save us from the metropolis uncarved nothing at all so scan and run your back alleyways bullets dipped in angst is your only agression {chorus} so take off the heads, start with your bayonet not in this city these streets have eyes, so nevermind what you've read crows all dipped in multi-colored chrome charging our gates under black & crowded skies just get underground, in this concrete disguise wait for our god to shake the ground the vaccum of souls, perish

from our great red light district we look on as our inter-city battles like the night wages civil war with the sun in the airless, firelit sky from time and hate the bloodshed will breathe as the two lesser armies clash like oil and roses whether race, family, agreement, or narcotics, the crimson-lined black caskets line the sidewalk while the warriors steal the clean or filthy souls of those dwelling in our forest of concrete, laced with pills of self-destruction where night reigns the heartless metropolis..... come with me and plant seeds in the skyline wade in these sewers, see what we can find wade in the deepest waters and see what

you spread out on the floor like christ on the cross, a far cry from your usual electric night bloody crimson stains spanning your face and clothes, pooling on the floor this is not what razor sharp winter nights are for this is all not worth losing yourself on a bathroom floor resorting to this art of horrible self-degredation promising me, promising that you wouldn't do this to yourself, promising you wouldn't do this to your generation no, it's just my self-blame talking as i pick your pale face up, off this bloodthirsty floor this soulthirsty room breathes as i carry your torn body out i look into your black, empty eyes and wat

parents dragged me to town to find a job they forced me to take whatever they got don't wanna bleed all over a shit paycheck don't wanna labor for your lost cause but i'm gonna fight gonna fight authority, i'm gonna get outta this (chorus)x2 --------------------------------------------------------------- music and my scene is the only thing i got don't fuckin care what you say, i'm not gonna stop not gonna waste my time i'm not gonna bleed for you not gonna waste these years i'm not gonna bleed for you --------------------------------------------------------------- so i fill out all those godamn applications of course i wrote

if your gonna bleed, then at least lie alongside me seems like this day will never die oh god, why'd you pull that trigger? why'd you stain his suit with fresh crimson blood? this akward silence Disturbing Silence oh god, why'd you pull that pistol trigger? why'd you go and rape my WHITE trust? this akward silence Disturbing Silence this akward silence Disturbing Silence lets end this silence lets end this silence

your opinion is muzzled you won't exceed a whisper now sit here nice and quiet as we brainwash your sister you'll scream and suffer when we make our decision it's time for divine mindfuck from our opressive religion in this school, you can't escape our grip, we'll always fuckin' win no mutiny on gods ship no mutiny on gods ship NO MUTINY ON GOD'S SHIP!!!!!! (time change) don't resist/only accept do what we expect why do you look so upset? (speed up on every set of words) tilt your head (x4) open your mouth (x4) swallow (x4) swallow it (x4) SWALLOW OUR RELIGIOUS VOMIT (x4)

i play every sport i am all that is man my egos fuckin huge, i'm my own biggest fan i'm never depressed, i've never cut i've brutally banged every AE slut (chorus): [i'm your average high school prep] X2 everything coach says is godly and goes i hate niggers and my styles always hollister clothes if it wasn't for the nerds grudgingly giving answers my GPA would be far less fancier (chorus) X2 on my bulging muscles i always stock so girls won't notice my three-inch cock no chicks i know wanna fuck until i get 'em shitfaced drunk (chorus) X4