Songtexte:
Vendetta Red Blackout Analysis

screaming kamasutra at the brothel we walk alone because we walk the line never should repeat a rattled message deprived us of the rights to exercise

The sweetest symptoms of stupidity are lies embed themselves in crevices behind your eyes Half awake you'd stagger twenty flights a night to hurl yourself

Never mind me I am just a moron in disguise Posing as the poet with these incandescent eyes Illuminate your features and much to my dismay You're putting

If this is your jihad then I am maud 'dib If caution cuts your cord I'll sever everything Cause I can't stand hanging out pretending I'm okay Regretting

They were carving caskets out of baby cribs today When they sized me up I failed to make the grade When they stole my sister I was underneath the bed

Cut from glass I start to fade and prance around her promenade Thrown overboard to pay my dues, to the ocean floor in concrete shoes I'm your visions