Songtext von Violent Stimuli

Once again you've forced my hand To be part of this warfare A loss in translation, or is there more to it? 'Cause I swear to God I'm always fucking fighting this Toxin-laced fate It's in the DNA Within every strain Forced my hand And it's taking its toll The sense of losing control The fucking burn on the soul Forced my hand And it's taking its toll The sense of losing control The fucking burn on the soul (The fucking burn on the soul) (The fucking burn on the soul) I desist to substantiate your delusional reasoning Look me in the eyes so I know you’re fucking listening Pull apart the framework, have a deep look within The bullshit contorts with every fucking spin Fuck this (Violent stimuli) Yeah No more head buried in the sand The grip of self-preservation like a weapon in the hand Forced my hand And it's taking its toll The sense of losing control The fucking burn on the soul Forced my hand And it's taking its toll The sense of losing control The fucking burn on the soul (The fucking burn on the soul) Look at what you've made me do You didn't shut your rat mouth Now I gotta fucking poison you