when the bit pulls tight the grip is sewn into the reins
can't breathe it out you'll just breathe it back again
you mental-pack your chambers full for no reason
you can name a boil-in-bag blook supply you know
it's murder on the veins don't you feel it now? viva viva viva
threatening
hey - we want our violence doubled (no but really in a loving way)
hey - we want our violence doubled (no but really want it right away)
the national temper you know it's written on your face etched and scrathed and mirrored
back don't you know it's all the rage dont' you feel it now?
