Woorden:
Dead Society

Exterminate the laws of all The sacred past Begins to fall The undying gods of death The disease it must be fed Parade of the dead The asylum marches

sides to every story Yours, mine And, Monday morning's CUPID'S DEAD, HEADLINES READ, CUPID'S DEAD CUPID'S DEAD, HEADLINES READ, CUPID'S DEAD Oh

fast Twisted and insane The house you built No longer the same Once you're there Once you're there You can't come back Nothing lives Nothing grows Inside the dead

Vertaling: Black Label Society. Dead Meadow.

: Exterminate the laws of all The sacred past Begins to fall The undying gods of death The disease it must be fed Parade of the dead The asylum marches

sides to every story Yours, mine And, Monday morning's CUPID'S DEAD, HEADLINES READ, CUPID'S DEAD CUPID'S DEAD, HEADLINES READ, CUPID'S DEAD Oh, Romeo

fast Twisted and insane The house you built No longer the same Once you're there Once you're there You can't come back Nothing lives Nothing grows Inside the dead

'cause players you're not, gangstas you ain't You're faintin', punk, if you ever heard a gunshot Yo, the pusher, the player, the pimp gangsta, the hustler High Roller, dead

home now, had a funny at the beginning its gone now, cuz we live in a due or die society, you do or either die tryin to do it sycologicly, im brain dead