hard times Using yourself been aggrieved Happines`s song isn`t sung anymore Retrying for it could be funny Living in sorrow for ever, and always remembering
wanted fate Surreptitious suspicious plans destroyed my life in hate [Chorus] Warpain, explotions, suffer and death I turned my face and looked back to mother earth in sorrow
Unmask the myth Try to impress the cast With acid trips Mash your lips against a cold hard bottle of Washed up stars and old role models She loves the sorrow
lost And it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops It's closing time We're lonely, we're romantic And the cider's laced with acid And the holy spirit'
a gun blast Judgement night Yo, gimme that shit, you fuckin' bald headed bastard What the evil nasty access? Mad shit to burn the acids So ashes to
lost and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid and the Holy Spirit
echo of a gunblast Judgment Night!!! Yo!!! Gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard! What the Evil Nastee Access? Mad shit to burn the acids
case it sounds like a hit. I digress, here I go again, with the tall breath. Sickle cell the proud all your lyrics for your death. So keep your self
rock, to bring a nigga biohazard! *chorus* Yo!!! gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard! (what the evil nastee access? ) mad shit to burn the acids
nodular exrescences spread over my face countless harden blood-clots plug the veins unstoppable the death of tissue proceed no medicine can allay my pain, death
should I live for Fight again in someone else`s war The light brings pain, but heals my scars My skin is re-becoming in a new state of life Sorrow is
a splinters of the wood-the lashes on the whip on my back A thorned crown on my head fuzzes my way of thinking Like a human Watching the sponge of sorrows
Jake] Psychical crushes-made for a human Insistently are searching for cure A desperate being is trying to escape from destiny of loneliness and sorrow
and it's hell to pay when the fiddler stops: it's CLOSING TIME Ah we're lonely, we're romantic and the cider's laced with acid and the Holy Spirit
bring a nigga Biohazard! [chorus] Yo!!! Gimme that shit, you fuckin baldheaded bastard! (What the Evil Nastee Access?) Mad shit to burn the acids! (
