Lyrics Fit For Flogging - Leæther Strip

Running away
I know were to take you
None can say the ball is gonna break through
Labels obey me
Touch me I kill you
Breathe into your passion
Taste of your own hell
Taste of your own hell

Fit for flogging
They're fit for flogging, flogging

Blowing way
My dream is your nightmare
Start to pray
And see if he cares
Murder, oppression
Rich by your suppression
The act of a loser
In rotting a nation
In rotting a nation