Traducción: Virulo. Latin Lover.
I saw a young white boy open up the door For an old black lady who was walkin? in the store And it hit me, yeah, it me, things ain't all that bad I saw
I wrote the president But I got no reply He claims he tells the truth He writes it in the sky The taxman's at the door Though he never seems polite They
We gotta get that something, That little bit of anything, Anyway, Gotta do it for the dough, Gotta go, 'cause money makes you smile, Don't ya know Those
It doesn't always have a shape Almost never does it have a name It maybe has a pitchfork, maybe has a tail But evil is alive and well It might walk upright
Constant winning Left him wanting No point choosing They chose for him All the faces All the faces Blanked out faces Blanked out faces In the pink In
[Green, Buckland] Evil mischievers, purveyors of sin Metal messiahs damned to the end Vampiric prelates, cardinals of cain Bones in your closet, your
(Denis LePage, Denyse LePage) (Chorus, Repeat 2x) Baby, you're on top of the situation As long as you're alive and well (Verse) Don't let them tell
Dances on top a pile of excess It's a good time until you breathe Breathless assures my sign of sickness Swim past the tide, sail out to sea 'Cause I
When I see the stars hang in the sky, oh When I watch a bird spread its wings and fly And each time I hear the wind blow through the trees, oh With every
When You Know That We Will Never Die? How Can You Kill Something That Isn't Even Really Alive? Virulence We Keep Cominga?¦
When I see the stars hang in the sky, ohh When I watch a bird spread its wings and fly And each time I hear the wind blow through the trees, ohh With
Festering scabs, papillae and pores Hardened carbuncles, spots and cold sores Pick at the scab, septic blood starts to weep Rip at my face, ruptured growths
I'm gettin' I'm gettin' I'm gettin' I'm gettin' over and pushing past all the bullshit and getting right to the root of what the problem really is The
Nows the time to rearrange your life Live for something outside of your own mind We all dream the same dream every night To burn the world that you call
axe strikes Enslavement to sickness ... my loathe boils deep inside Mesmerized by the stench of rot Sickly torn with medical scorn Forensic Holocaust Virulent
Oww! You know I'm all, all tore down I'm all tore down, yeah I'm standing up tall With my back flat on the ground You know I'm all tore down I'm all