Songtexte: Jag Panzer. Death Row.

So you think you got it made
Standing so close to the stage
Hear the sound like a battering ram

But what you don't know
Is Jag Panzer's got control
And the power is all in our hands

Yes, as decibels raise
Your eardrums will split
Like fire from hell and the grave
With vengeance and malice
We'll yell and we'll scream
Our violence evolves from the stage

So I'll give you my body
To do what you want
I'm boiling with passionate flare
You know it's controlled
But not for very long
Take your soul with my deadly stare