Hammering pulse - bloodshed eyes. Restless thoughts - sleepless nights. Out of reach - out of mind. Restoration, medication time. . This is the confession of a man who admits.
What up - we're back motherfuckers. . New turf - same old school Hardcore. . Fest in Satan's nest. . Shot out to everyone participating in the life and times of the Barcode family.
Talking shit behind my back. Accusation, coward attack. Cheating liar, cheep complains. Barking mad dog out to restrain. . Speak up, speak out loud. Spit it out, right here, right now.
Size does matter - the bigger the badder. Some like it nasty and some like it hot. Young or mature - dirty or pure. Padre Siffredi will deliver the cure.
Guys without crew. Guys without a clue. Dropped the parades for a life in the shades. Got no goal. Got no grip. Drifting around like abandoned ships. .
There's gonna be a riot tonight. Lose your head - dive into the fight. Sense and sanity - leave it behind. Set it off - go way outta line. Reach the limit and set far beyond.
This one goes out to all reality starfuckers and wannabes. The sick and twisted twenty four seven three hundred and sixty five worldwide exhibitionists.