Woorden: Alright, Junior.. Sinner Of The State.

Cut off a limb and cut it up for fun
Internal prostitution
Your body sick and your number sewn
Trust shit and follow the blind hand

(The blind hand, the blind hand)

Sleep beneath the silence above the hung
Steeples high enough will block the sun
Inhale regret and trade it in for fame
Good luck, you messed it up, you'll never be the same

You'll never make it
I'm gonna kill us
Collage of motives
You caved

Cradle your brain

La, la, la, la, la, HEY
Whose vile face creates
La, la, la, la, la, HEY
Ah, dig in make me bleed

You'll never make it
I'm gonna kill us
Collage of motives
You caved

(La, la, la, la, la) PROTECT IGNORE
(La, la, la, la, la) CORRECTIONS LAME
(La, la, la, la, la) SUCH PRECIOUS WASTE
(La, la, la, la, la) SINNER OF THE STATE

(Thanks to Robots And Racecars for these lyrics)