Out Of Hand 歌词

Fools gather round to whatch me bleed But there are things you'll never see To protect and serve one nation under god A nation in which no-one's free Their flesh begins to rot What's left of what they've got A boring life is getting old Mischief won't turn to gold By going back to burning books Ripping apart things that doesn't fit One times one equals nine Your make - believe reality is full of shit Jesus christ Lord of flies In disguise Fuck! It's fucked to hear one idiot's words But worse to see others believe it Fucked up minds in fucked up times It's up to you to foresee it Jesus christ Lord of flies In disguise It's all built upon lies Out of hand Is this a fucking joke Out of mind And it makes me fucking choke Fuck!