This television has a poison on its breath
This counterculture of both wicked lies and death
It makes my eyes bleed every time I turn around
How will they all feel when I bring them to the ground
And I’ll say
I walked for miles inside this pit of danger
I’ve swallowed down a thousand years of anger
The weight of the world is falling on my shoulders
A place where no one follows me
I walk alone
Mmmmmmmm, ox smell
This counterculture of both wicked lies and death
It makes my eyes bleed every time I turn around
How will they all feel when I bring them to the ground
And I’ll say
I walked for miles inside this pit of danger
I’ve swallowed down a thousand years of anger
The weight of the world is falling on my shoulders
A place where no one follows me
I walk alone
BULL-TISTA!
That may be, but I fear that the smell might linger something awful =P