Из альбома: Warbirth

This bubble gives me the shakes
This ozone makes this bubble bake
These leather hydes, have plastic lives
I've turned to stone in a city quake

Tear down these walls of The Crunch
My lust to live is bankrupt
The Orange Crush is bottled up

Behind the curtain there all fake
This water gives me cavaties
This place is bland, no seasonings
I'm loitering the screws take me away


An 8 point 8 earthquake (4x)
Thats what we need