Testo Pure Concentrated Evil Open Hand
These policies of lies,
Have brought us here tonight.
Dissatisfaction pulls you under.
So say all of your prayers or whatever gets you there.
If we go down,
Weâll lose all our rights.
Iâm the only one thatâs left behind.
Sit Right down,
Iâll only make you mine.
I do foolish things sometimes,
Like change this station.
No one will save your life,
So be prepared to die.
These politicians pull you under.
So say all your prayers or whatever gets you there.
If we go down,
Weâll lose all our rights.
Live free or die.
Now itâs all been left behind for love.