Enema Noise - Out of Control
Bad mood teeth
and bad blood artheries
I`m stealing kisses of my favorite enemies
I can`t wait to crush, to clash and cross the line
Tonight my breathe is like a suicide
The game begins
the urge became alive
Now everybody seek a game to play and die
An invitation inside each glass of lie
that gives me life an then takes me away
The game begins
the urge became alive
Now everybody seek a game to play and die
There's nothing better to do in this town
There's nothing better to do in this town
Sometimes, you know, we`re better off out of control
we`re better off out of control
Sometimes, you know, we`re better off out of control
we`re better off out of control
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