Lletres:
Conflict Blind Attack

Traducció: Conflicte. Atac cec.

Left wing, right wing, you've heard it all before But can you spot the difference when they're knocking on your door? And while you're poncing yourselves

with the jaunty daggers and smash this, crushing opposition like we was fascist stigmata and four gashes we bashes, the faggots who can't attack it right

of bleeding in your stories and I'd be really wanting to know- how they treat internal bleeding when they're dying to be the future glow All attacks

with the jaunty daggers and smash this, crushing opposition like we was fascist stigmata and four gashes we bashes, the faggots who can't attack it right

A victim is chosen His future awaits Someone is watching No one can tame Satisfied hunger Hatred within Can't go on longer Internal conflict The psycho

if I was pro-wrestlin' Leave my foes restin' in less than 24 seconds Trained in the deadliest guerilla war methods In actuality, my rhymes would blind