Two, Three, Four Hey man Listen to the music Better take of yourself And don't abuse it Forget about hit songs or trodden times Trash, Rap, Grunge, Funky
Think it's gonna come Another terrible thunder Makes me wonder What (spirit) first came over me... Repeat Chorus (I) Think It's gonna come So what
Watch... the shame, and the sin painted on your face How it happened I don't remember, born like this Such sweet surrender Taste the pain, corroding
My hand in yours (My) mind is in the clouds The truth becomes yours Something physical And something spiritual (Is that) what were you looking for?
I know you want my instant reaction At your every command Obey without objection (Your) mouth talk's shit Convict and resist No more friends But just
Stories of (from my) the past (Are) about to prevail I've been waiting to show them (to you) Locked in a cage Loose and (then) again I've worked myself
The) Positive pressure Of injustice Dark, Grey, Anemic and Frantic Opposing actions as (once) stated by us Nobody cares (The) Positive pressure Of injustice
Well, the time has come to tell you a story About me and "my toy", bloody and gore About my frustation and rage I was tossing and turning, My life was
To hell!!! We're gonna go But we'll return So let me wise off To hell!!! We're gonna go But we'll return So bet your life on (it) Time to rise
Someone told him to submit people With a piece of fucking paper Work for myself Not to pay tax(es) To make much more cash Money running in technicolor
