.... Never hunger. Never prosper. . I have fallen prey to failure. Struggle within. Triggered again. . Now the candle burns at both ends. Twisting under schizophrenia.
By the last breath of the fourth winds blow. Better raise your ears. The sound of hooves knocks at your door. Lock up your wife and children now. It's time to wield the blade.
Yeah. Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins. One for each of us and our sins. So you lay us in a line. Push your pins. They make us humble. Only you can tell in time.
Gimme Fuel. Gimme Fire. Gimme that which i desire. Ugh. . Turn on, I see red. Adrenaline crash and crash my head. Nitro Junkie, paint me dead. And I see red.