"Injecting"(Song Lyrics)

[4X541N7]

"Injecting"
By: 4X541N7

Antichrists...shuffleing...
Sickening...serenity...
Injecting their own infermities...
Sober, we only atrophy...

If I had a gun...
Switch, switch, switch...
If I had a gun...
Pull the trigger....

I'm sick...
This kiss...
Is a .45...
Pressed to your lips..
I'm sick...
This kiss...
Is a .45...
Pressed to your lips...
& get this...

Ignore the new disease...
Follow the celerity of the machine...
Children of apathy...
Branded by the enemy...

If I had a gun...
Switch, switch, switch...
If I had a gun...
Pull the trigger....

I'm sick...
This kiss...
Is a .45...
Pressed to your lips..
I'm sick...
This kiss...
Is a .45...
Pressed to your lips...
& get this...

This is new...
Sick...
Because it's different from the teachings...
Of the New World Order...
Beaten into submission...
Or bleeding left to suffer...
Got a new policy...
Something new to occupy...
It's all coming down...
Watch them all just stultify...
The voices injecting reason...
Under the layers of nothingness...
We are bringing all down...All down...All down...
...Get this...

I'm sick...
This kiss...
Is a .45...
Pressed to your lips..
I'm sick...
This kiss...
Is a .45...
Pressed to your lips...
& get this...