Woorden:
Terror No One Cares

loud, so we know what you're about Now all eyes are on oyu, still you never made a sound No one cares About all the shit you do No one cares You look

loud, so we know what you're about Now all eyes are on oyu, still you never made a sound No one cares About all the shit you do No one cares You look

violent, but violent is life Peace is a dream, reality is a knife My colors my honor my colors my all With my colors upon me one soldier stands tall

And here they come choppin' down, choppin' down our rainforest Fuckin' up our air for us, they don't really care for us And we can't complain because the only one

the raven never more And the raven sitting lonely, staring sickly at my male sex only That one word as if his soul in that one word, he did outpour,

by Back open, pumpin' How High Yeah, can y'all see that, bitch You can call me whatcha want 'cuz I'll Be Dat Get off my dick, I don't care about no

having fun A soldiers bloodied boot impression One for all and all for one Especially when it's ten on one You don't care what you're doing You know

be lookin' behind ya It's too late, ain't no one standin' here Hallucination, bees hummin' in your ear Paranoia, dwelling to your dome piece Increase, the level of the terror

that swing If everything is lovey-dovey when we gonna get together? (x4) [Shock G] You could see the fear in her eyes on the night she arrived Ugly was the atmosphere, terror