Dance, dance, dance in the graveyard Slow down, pretend to save your Loneliness is free Your lonely 'cause of me Peel back layers of hatred Black eyes
Hate, I would forever lie I would fake all the times That you broke me down misery Hate covered in broken glass My skeleton bones will last Far beyond
Allow me to be frank at the commencement. You will not like me. The gentlemen will be envious and the ladies will be repelled; You will not like me now
Take off your clothes Welcome to the Whipping Haus Where we spend all our evenings And we hurt those deceiving And we're safe from the outside world
She slams the door then hitched a ride Her sights set on intent to die There's no forgiveness in living He picks her up and ties the rope so tight Her
One last kiss before they cart me away and Just take one last look before my body decays This is my last night on earth My fucking hell All my life,
take a chance On something strange Hate this culture, I don't see Hate this culture, I don't breathe in Hate this culture, I don't see Hate this culture
Stepping into small life nowhere England Shaking hands with the big life idiots I was Trying to pick up some ordinary-ness From the shopping bag inspirational
for their lives and their earth You've massacred and dismembered them You've tortured and mistreated them But you'll never steal, you'll never kill Their culture
with hopes till victorious Gridlock within my prison Spitting face of pure isms Killing the culture (Killing the culture) Killing the culture (Killing the culture) Creatin' culture (Creatin' culture
are, Black Culture We are, Black Culture We are, Black Culture We are, Black Culture We are, Black Culture We are, Black Culture We are, Black Culture We are, Black Culture
Muzik of blood Black reared Pain rooted Heart geared All tensed up In the bubble and the bounce An the leap an the weight-drop It is the beat of the
zeitgeist too old to see not enough memory for being here golden ages transform higher quality net culture juggling with stock options diamond age in
blood Slow death I cause and nightmares I bring Dying culture no more money counts only a fear of senseless praying Dying culture your blood's on my hands Dying culture
Guns that cross the street You never know who you might meet Who's in disguise Ooh as you blow a storm There's no one there to keep you warm It's no surprise
Do you deal in black money? Do you deal in black money, do you deal in? Do you deal in black money? Do you deal in black money, do you deal in? Oh yeah
On the street they're preaching violence Mister Man, it's in your head On the street the midnight cowboy Needs no gun to shoot you dead Why do I live
Miss me, I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me I know you'll miss me blind I know you'll miss