Testo di The Holy Tape...

None of this has changed, when we all look the same Addicted to the one that left you, we can't forget you We colonized in war, predicting many more Addicted to the hand that fed you, you can't remember Your color. I wonder The more trouble that we get in The more fun if we don't get caught up in it Prefabricate that skin! Help me find out, if this is all predictable Or is your troubled fate, relentless in it's ways Destroying all your days? These words! These words coincide! Coincide! Coincide! Coincide! Self-taught! Self-taught suicide! Suicide! Suicide! Suicide!