your own son You've taken the life of your of your own son You've got the hands of a killer just like me You've got the hands of a killer just like
翻訳: 自殺沈黙. 殺人者の手.
your own son You've taken the life of your of your own son You've got the hands of a killer just like me You've got the hands of a killer just like me
hands of a killer just like me [2x] The lowest form of human life [2x] This world breeds killers just like you and me [2x] So look down at your hands
are you so loud? Quiet Real dudes move in silence, like a mute drivin' a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal
silence like a mute drivin' a new hybrid You dudes is too excited You a dude that'd try to sue a dude that's suicidal You will just be another victim I am like a
one by one we'll kill each other without much at hand and open up the earth but find us your day of stature one by one we'll kill each other without
right hand's on the silencer 40 caliber city slicker Staten Islander Synchronized minds combine thoughts that motivate Don't perpetrate pass the blunt let it circulate Street politicians on a suicide
't an earthquake, we just need a new equation Day breaks in like a fiend with a ladder Suicidal dew drops splatter Teeth on, shirtless bodies chatter A blowjob short of a
trudging 'cross our fields Said the shots that killed my brother came from his own hand But that don't explain the tyre tracks that came down from your house To make it look like suicide
me You're a, a post modern parasite And if you ever wanna try Your hand at forcing my suicide I'll know I've only begun And if you ever wanna try Your hand
a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One
confusion As they bled into his hands Dear God, couldn't you decide What should happen to a man's assassins? Dear God, is it suicide? I have never been a
taped Rip in reverse and run into a stealgate I'm a suicide driver, never been a liar If I don't kill you later, I'm a kill you manana You don't want
I look Used to be a straight a student, now he's a crook Robbin people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-put Dropped
for the kill Chorus (Arabface) x2 Come and take a look deep down in my eyes Tell me what you see don?t take it by surprise Come and take a journey in
