Woorden:
Koffin Kats Straying From The Pack

Time to make a fucking deal I wanna get the shit that's real I gotta ride a scoring high That blows my god forsaken mind Crack rock Rhythm and blow!

out of your dark hold But I'm afraid you'll never let go I close my eyes and see your smiling face What once was an angel now fallen from grace Death from

't abort the programs now Mechanical youth, marching on Solar charge not so effective now Darkness beneath the poisoned clouds The youth won't stop themselves from

Babydolls and teddy bears, packed tight with human guts A cradle rocks with aborted fetus dripping on the floor You hear the screaming from the furnace