W.F.O.

Twisted torn and ripped, The balance goes away. Mine is but an active immagination. Tear the boundary down! Know more line. Take a look inside the bastard that you find. Yelling screamed and ripped, Just to have a say. Yours is but an over exaggerati

Suckin' on a screw down, Lie lappin' break down, Kissin' up the boy while the church burns down. Makin' up to God, Makin' up your bed, Lyin' up the God, playin' dead. I see the fizzle where the bombs fell on the beach. Tell me why the truth is what's