Today the horde machine went rollin'
|
In sequence grasp, prepared to falter
|
We were born to self destruct on birth row
|
|
An hour glass is punctured yearning
|
This malevolent structured duplicates
|
But we all love to disobey on birth row
|
|
And the question remains,
|
Everything is spit and shined
|
Everything is wiped out twice to make sure
|
Nothing's on our mind
|
|
I was the fuse but your truth will always trust
|
But your truth will always trust
|
|
But the question still remains
|
We're nothing but a bunch of mistakes
|
What a sorry excuse for a human being
|
|
-----------------
|
Grand Mox Turkin
|
| At the Drive-In |
