Uncalm歌词
311 - Solar Flare
Not the back of a gentle mother
I do like a manhole cover
It keeps on pounding my head
We'll order water
Torture sauce and economics
Every day just more comics
In a pissing contest
That started out with atomic bombs
Mom will they drop the bomb
Will they think about their children's children
Be a forwardless mess and this
No one to call
You can't make them stall
I want to feed them to each other
Cause I'm sick of them all
How can't you see something's missing
Is anyone listening
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care
They got this world locked down bound and gagged
From the reds in Pine Ridge to that land in Bagdad
When did our leaders
Become bottom feeders
We're shooting up flares
Does anyone care
They got this world locked down bound and gagged
With constant fear and paranoia toxins i