Crawling through my tunnel. When everything is dim, where does one go?. Crawl in to my tunnel. It's kinda shaky, may even crumble. . Talking to a lame man.
Don't steal your eyes off the TV screen. Can you realize we're what we've seen. Take an injection from the mad machine. . Don't read the papers read between the lines.
(The Germs). extra throat noise by Mike Willians (EYEHATEGOD). courtesy of Century Media Records.
(Brutal Truth). Hated... time and time again. Force fed, supress senseless fear of difference. True self suppression, hollow dreams of misery. Blind wish to see.