Woorden: Pro-pain. Contents Under Pressure. Crush.

25 bucks and a bottle of wine


I crawl into a hole for a couple of days
The pressures on but I feel fine

This God sure works in mysterious ways

Heart has been racing

Since I was a boy

And I too bleed red


Gonna crush kill destroy
Paralyze me with a mind charade


I took a wrong turn at the freak parade



If less means more then more means less
I'm just a little white pawn in a game of chess
Call me crazy

I call it a ploy

Still water runs deep
Gonna crush kill destroy