Toxic Zombie Onslaught

I'm a white collar death machine with murder on his mind A psychopathic madman caught up in the daily grind Inter-office enmity has brought me to this place I want to take a sharpie and then stab it in your face Backstabbing chickenshit has gone over

Just another song with thrash in the name Just another band with no chance of fame Why do they rise up? Where do they come from? Hordes of slackers with thrash on the brain New age of youth that live against the grain Their time was over What the hel