Testo di Estat

Gentile Crown Should off with yourself You're pulling the innocent down Sick shade Torture's your torture We're building our own way to die Scapegoat we're Bred for consumption Commodities bought sold and styled Fixed fight Hook line and sinker Building our own way to die A bit Too Drunk with power You feed our mouths with hunger and Aim the Gun that we've built Then we all die We all Die [.z]