- not me First to fade - not me Crushed by the truth You're so fucking weak And you're so fucking fake And now the truth it crushes down And slaps
faced - not me First to fade - not me Crushed by the truth You're so fucking weak And you're so fucking fake And now the truth it crushes down And slaps
like dorf, who wants the war Then slide by my, lyrical driveby Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they got When they rush, built like construction tools Crushing
suck the entrails out of a ripped virgins cunt dry the maggots fall like rain, blood is pissing down your spine i am every living terror that your nightmares
your boots I'ma call my troops, and just work that caboose Terror Squad the truth, we the proof for the kids
be after somethin' way she make that ass function Pass the Dutch and take off your boots I'm a call my troops, and just work that caboose Terror Squad the truth
innocent til proven guilty" - but the the truth is absurd we're poor until proven rich and the scales of justice are fixed by lying pigs plot of human terror
the nose 'cause I'm not gay Nazi pig blessed hag, you'll be shot By Christ fearing men Eradicate authority Cops beat nimble Cops beat quick Crushing
flesh Condemned to bleed and rot Crushing in despair Forged in fuckin' evil blood No one will ever care From the cradle of the dark Unleashed by the
glove- then crush them 'neath an iron hand." Christian soldiers armed with virtue- hearts afire with blind obsession cannot see the difference 'twixt compassion and oppression. BRAND: "And so with terror
a cloud Standing on pillars on fire singing out loud Shot from truth and love, not darkness With the moon under your feet Where birth goes on and rides terror
the nose 'cause I'm not gay Nazi pig blessed hag, you'll be shot by Christ-fearing men... Eradicate Authority Cops beat nimble, Cops beat quick, Crushing
under control of the Federal Reserve Wicked regene form back in nineteen-thirteen Our international bank of rule president's against The truth covered up by the media auto-marquis Crush
floor like Dorf, who wants the war Then slide by my, lyrical driveby Chops rush, making black hearts bust, plus knifes they got when they rush, built like construction tools Crushing
