Woorden: Children Of Bodom. Are You Dead Yet?. In Your Face.

Go!

Conflict, terror, hear the noise
You're in the edge of a nerve-racking force
Oh my god, here's a fight
Never siege, never riot, must defy

When you look at me, what do you see
Another trophy like a fuckin' dead beat
Close your eyes, take a step inside

Insanity and abnormality
It's not what you call reality
But you will always find
you should know

I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker
I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker
I don't give a flying
I don't give a flying
I don't give a flying FUCK!

I'll never wait for the pain of death
With a bullet in my gun don't fuck over my shit
Can you hold my crazy as I go
So fuck hypocrisy and fuck you too

INCOMING!

Say one, more word
I double-dare you, BRING IT ON!
Its my world, you're in it
It'll take you down in a minute

You can alter your look
And diversify your image
But the truth seems like
A fist mark in your face

Solo

When you look at me, what do you see
Another trophy like a fuckin' dead beat
Close your eyes, take a step inside

Insanity and abnormality
It's not what you call reality
But you will always find

I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker
I don't give a flying fuck, motherfucker
I don't give a flying
I don't give a flying
I don't give a flying FUCK!

INCOMING!

Say one, more word
I double-dare you, BRING IT ON!
Its my world, you're in it
It'll take you down in a minute

You can alter your look
And diversify your image
But the truth seems like
A fist mark in your face
INCOMING!