Текст песни number three - control - LA BRUJA

Somethings got to give
Seared flesh
Clawed skin
Being of pure hatred
God of all fury
God of nothing
Could make Kalamos proud
Breathe in
Out when you see the stars
As many times as possible
Breathe in
Out when you see the stars
As many times as possible
Something will give
Body or mind
Must make it up, homicide seems reasonable
At this rate
Will make Kalamos proud
Breathe in
Out when you see the stars
As many times as possible
Breathe in

Almost like I could remember the last time I heard
This insufferable ringing in the back pocket of my skull
Nothing could compare to this
"He could stab a hundred sleeping kittens
He could cast a shadow over the sun and
He could drive a garbage truck mad low through every orphanage
For fun or just because he wants to.
He is evil
He is screwdriver-tongue punctures
Making you reel and shudder all through the screen
He is the ruler of odd-heathens striking the homeless to death
He is watchpeopledie and most of all
He is evil."