paroles de chanson Two-One - Volumes

We make our luck against faulty lines.
This stronghold we have built, and so you wanna be disconnected?
Rise the fuck up and see what happens.
This is an epidemic, one that will not be stopped.
Won't breakdown after, after their heads peak over the hill.
Will you put down your weapon? Shelter is coming nowhere.
A sky so red and purple, inflammation.
Never look past this treason. I am the reason you're still breathing.
I picked up his gun, this previous slayed body to bury thousands more,
No waste of lead in my magazine.
Now-a-days I'm finding more than treason.
'Til death, oh pulverizer, you will clean this mess.
You pompous fool sitting upon your throne.
Infestation to send you home, so you wanna be disconnected?
Rise the fuck up and see what happens.
This is an epidemic, one that cannot be stopped.
So you wanna be disconnected?
Rise the fuck up and see what happens.
This is an epidemic, one that cannot be stopped.