Текстове на песни: 40 Below Summer. Invitation To The Dance. Minus One.

So come on, turn me loose
And keep it tight, tight like that noose
What's wrong with this picture
Shit flies when I pull the trigger

Too bad, repercussion
Shit stomp to a face that I'm crushin'
Back off and let it be
Or I'll take you below 40 degrees

Die, yes you're gonna
Die Yes, you're gonna
Die I'll make you hear this

Die, yes you're gonna
Die, yes you're gonna
Die, I'll make you feel this

Die, yes you're gonna
Die, yes you're gonna
Die, I'll make you wear this

Die, yes you're gonna
Die, yes you're gonna die

Stuff this down your throat
Tight rope let's see if this shit floats
I rip you up like a chainsaw
Rearrange or forget what you came for

Don't talk just listen
Don't change your position
Fuck you if you don't like this
If you don't like this, bitch you can bite this

Die,yes you're gonna
Die, yes, you're gonna
Die, I'll make you hear this

Die, yes you're gonna
Die, yes you're gonna
Die, I'll make you feel this

Die, yes you're gonna
Die, yes, you're gonna
Die, I'll make you wear this

Die, yes you're gonna
Die, yes, you're gonna die

Die, die

I cannot contain this
I cannot explain this
I am so deranged, it's on

But do you really wanna die
Do you want to, do you want to
Do you want to, do you want to

Don't walk away just as I'm 'bout to
Don't walk away just as I'm about to
Don't walk away just as I'm about to
Don't walk away