Besedila:
Set To Explode Walking Dead

are young Barriers begin to fill your head Ambition killed the time Become society's walking dead Your dead, You're dead Welcome to society's walking dead

dead will arise Come on Got me a mic, and now we ache like the dead And all we wanna do is rock the dead So many thoughts runnin all through my head

Just skitsofrantic, don't panic Just leave me alone, get the fuck on Skitsofrantic to the bone, when I'm home I hear people walkin' in the other room

a dream last night The world was set on fire And everywhere I ran There wasn?t any water The temperature increased The sky was crimson red The clouds turned into smoke And everyone was dead

I walked into the room, and she was right there waiting. Leaning up against the bar, well she was perpertraitin'. Slick as snot her spandex, and blacker

. I walked into the room, and she was right there waiting. Leaning up against the bar, well she was perpertraitin'. Slick as snot her spandex, and blacker than some coal, she set

up the show, stepping into the spotlight Well who am I now? Watch me control the crowd People wondering how, do the freestyle We'll set up the set, we

Punk's not dead It just deserves to die When it becomes another stale cartoon A closed-minded, self centered social club Ideas don't matter, it's who

I walked into the room, and she was right there waiting. Leaning up against the bar, well she was perpertraitin'. Slick as snot her spandex, and blacker