Lyrics:
Ridin in the tank
Bitch I'm going fast
Get up in my way, Imma run over your ass
Burn me at the stake
Sear away my flesh
Let me rot away
Watch my
old ones have seen two wars
When you dream of a laser that sears your soul
Slices like a razor and burns like a coal
You can bet you'll forget, when
The metal of this cross
It sears across my chest
The comfort of the pines
I feel it gives me breath
The darkness is my blanket
Cursed and all alone
to make the Cranberries stop
We went to Sears for pictures at Christmas time
But they wouldn't let us make the metal sign
No they wouldn't let us make
breath
Dig for protection
Dig for release
Dig for resurrection
Dig for peace
We old ones, have seen two wars
When you dream of a laser
That sears
breath
Dig for protection
Dig for release
Dig for resurrection
Dig for peace
We old ones, have seen two wars
When you dream of a laser
That sears
Sears catalog
Send them nettled critics to the bezzle stop, dead and wrong
Get 'em higher than the pitch of metal tea kettle songs
Four deep in
theater
My uncle was there which was weird
Because I haven't see him in years
Because he died
He's dead
But he asked me to hold a metal rod
While he
the toolie improving
This metal I'm using catch
Anybody tryin' to fight
Putting dots over your head like
You entered my sight you gettin' 6-0'd
Acting like
When you need your head to clear
From the punishments of the world
Don't alarm open your mind
Let the energy of this metal flow
As it drills deep
Descending number holograms so quick they sear my retina
Nineteen fourty eight
One thousand and six
Four hundred and twelve... zero
Bright light,
peace
We old ones have seen two wars
When you dream of a laser
That sears your soul
Slices like a razor
And Burns like a coal
(And burns like a coal)
Baronesses played a hand of whist
Unseeing, the monolithic host
Meters racing, dials jammed,
The heat sears, the metal twists and tears
They're all out
anymore
They want in, I'm just thrashing heavy metal-fucking-core
Rolling loud, I can't hear the hate
Tired of getting played
Bitch, this ain't a game
Got
me it would split the most complex of atoms and sear the fiber of the material world. Your windows would shatter. The trees would bend. Sirens would
and metal fused by bolt cascading from the sky
The scent of terror - Agitation
Crosses inverted in the halls of saintly masturbation
Shadow foretells
reduced to gore
Limbs and last breaths sear through the air
Children grow up without a pair
Do the people at the top even fucking care?
It's a mass
wrappers
Trash them, tower over sears tower, while i seal the Deal on a record deal between me Myself, and I, made a masterpiece still lack A masters, whats
bitch still shopping at Sears
Barely been in this bitch but I made
More than you made in two years
Kankan jugging them methods, he
Off of the lean, got me
I can whisper and scream like a taste of goodbyes,
Send your children to die before me,
I can pray at your altar of fear,
Oh dear can we sear
Table full of metal heads go sit with the Fascist kids
Magnified sun rays for Barbie dolls
He watched a man die and drove the Harley off
Stuck
the gem
Smoking that chronic is giving me shivers
My Coughing so strong the bong is the ripper
I'm solid like metal
Lets amp up the gear
Not sentimental
I'm
the driveway.
If I could find a way to express the emotions you inspire in me it would split the most complex of atoms and sear the fiber of the material world.
It's only the metal and crystals my neck These niggas they think that we really the same
You out of your mind, you off of the fet Call her my dog but
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