State your sound. Wait for the countdown.
Shout out loud. This is the breakdown.
State your sound. Wait for the countdown.
Shout out loud. This is the breakdown.
We're up. We're standing them down...
It's costing them the cut.
They shout on the ground. All out of motives.
Cascading rush, they crush the calloused and uncivilized.
B-Biding, C-Calling, before the sirens arrive.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
1, 2, 3, 4.
We shoot stars, control the medicine and smear art with nitroglycerin.
When this starts, we're blind to flaws.
We can't control the blaze, calling all cars.
We shoot stars, so seldom suitable.
Confuse art and pharmaceuticals.
In white coats: They push too far.
What we lack.
We take back, calling all cars.
K-K-K-K-K-K-K-Ka-pow.
We shatter the sound. It kills them faster than the gun.
They fall to the ground. We're calling our colors.
The sentence just a lack of trust disgusted citizens frown.
Cessation slowly saw signs...
S-S-S-Shaking is down.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa.
1, 2, 3, 4.
We shoot stars, control the medicine. Confuse art with nitroglycerin.
When this starts, we're blind to flaws.
We can't control the blaze, calling all cars.
We shoot stars, so seldom suitable.
Confuse art and pharmaceuticals.
In white coats: They push too far.
What we lack.
We take back, calling all cars.
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