Spoken Word

clifford_1972

[Spoken:]
Lying, dying, screaming in pain.
Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain.
Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain,
Radical amputation, this is insane.

Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest.
Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest.
Soldier of misfortune
Hunting with bated breath.

A vile smell, like tasting death.
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit.
Dying [in] terror,
Blood's cheap, it's everywhere.
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line

Writing credit to Tom A., and Jeff H.thanx for the insight!

Mystique420

clifford_1972 wrote:

[Spoken:]
Lying, dying, screaming in pain.
Begging, pleading, bullets drop like rain.
Mines explode, pain sheers through your brain,
Radical amputation, this is insane.

Fly swatter stakes drive through your chest.
Spikes impale you as you're forced off the crest.
Soldier of misfortune
Hunting with bated breath.

A vile smell, like tasting death.
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit.
Dying [in] terror,
Blood's cheap, it's everywhere.
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line

Writing credit to Tom A., and Jeff H.thanx for the insight!

Hell Yeah
Murder at your every foot step
A child’s toy sudden death
Sniper blazes you through your knees
Falling down can you feel the heat
Burn!

Ambushed by the spray of lead
Count the bullet holes in your head
Offspring sent out to cry
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide

Holes burn deep in your chest
Raked by machine gun fire
Screaming soul sent out to die
Living mandatory suicide
Suicide

Lying, dying, screaming in pain
Begging, pleading, bullets drip like rain
Minds explode, pain sheers to your brain
Radical amputation, this is insane

Fly swatter stakes, drive through your chest
Spikes impale you as you’re forced off the crest
Soldier of misfortune
Hunting with bated breath

A vile smell, like tasting death
Dead bodies, dying and wounded
Litter the city streets
Shattered glass, bits of clothing and human deceit
Dying terror
Blood’s cheap, it’s everywhere
Mandatory suicide, massacre on the front line

I remember watching a guy jump off a railing during this song & ROLL HEAD FIRST down a steep mother fucking hill in WI. I don't know if he made it alright, but the song has always been one to make me wanna throw on my matin's and stomp on someone,... something,... ahhh,.... to mosh and not have to worry about getting stabbed or punched or kicked in the head....
moshing sure ain't what it used to be...

Hey man,... doesn't their record drop on "06-06-06",..... kewl!!!!