Lyrics:
Moving out nine times the speed of sound
Target... Target... Target...
Roger that scan I've got a contact and locked on
Something's going
Every time I hear your voice on the phone
Every time you leave me so long alone
Every time I think that my heart`s gonna break
You know at my
Crosses burning
Such a long time ago
Four hundred years and we still don't, let it go
Well let the poor be damned
And the easy targets too
All are
I am bound to time and place
Appearing according to designated cycles
And retreating again to my hidden home
Velocity impact
Designated target explodes
Icons confirmed
Casualties are stacked
Weapon control
Order - lock and load
Ensnared
Database of death
Moving out nine times the speed of sound
Target [Repeat: x3]
Roger that scan I've got a contact and locked on
Something's going on at the jack
All a lifetime
Just an alien (moving target)
Target movement
Oh, we just want to get home again
Of the space time
Turning forward
Turning pages
This is the day, the set time the designated moment
For me to experience the free favors of God
That profusely and lavishly abound on my behalf
In
(I feel like the target, huh?)
But fuck it, this time I go harder, ayy (woah, I'ma go harder)
Fuck on that bitch for free, ayy
This shit feel like
The loner and a loser at life
Well why am I always
Your Designated Outcast
How long will it last
Until I finally find my home
There have been some times where
target and a casualty
You're just a shiver looking for a spine
And you can have your way but you can't have mine
Every time baby it feels like
forget her
Cause my baby's in love with Eddie Vedder
Now, every time I see him, well, he looks so grim
I guess it really must suck to be a rock
more being your designated driver
I need a break from being the one in control
Letting loose, feeling free, letting the good times roll
No more being
swallows your harp plinks, vomit discarded stains up your carpet
Don't make me target
Funk house 3000, time to commence
A diatribe that I'd like to vent
of the night comes around
That's the time, that the animal comes alive
Looking for something wild
And now we lookin' like pimps
In my gold Trans-Am
Got
Marching in silence one eye on the time,
one eye on the madness around them,
They don't know they're blind,
His mind on the trigger, he picks up a magazine,
Check, yes
One, one-one, one
Ayy, yeah
Look
The most decorated, competition decimated
My drive is dedicated, your drive is designated
Niggas
of the night comes around
That's the time, that the animal comes alive
Looking for something wild
And now we lookin' like pimps
In my gold Trans-Am
Got
Going live just to stay alive
Hands up I don't wanna die no
Targets Targets
Targets targets targets targets targets
Blow blow
They say I'm tryna use
guys
The fun never ends
And he didn't live through it
He's got a group of friends
They'll target anyone
Violence, when will they learn?
Time's
up
(Face up), face up or you can only back down
(Face up), hit the target, or you better hit the ground
(Face up), there's still time to turn
Your body is in alert
You need a change
You need to change your mind
You need your own target… your own target
You have another day
You have another
the target with the bullseye (Hit my target, hittin' my target, hittin' my target)
Loot on the pigs every time (Hittin' my target, hittin' my target, hittin'
There's a map of the world with a thin white line
Gives us the right history, shows us the correct time
And the colors may be dusty and the paper may
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