Tekstovi: Overkill. Wrecking Your Neck Live. World of Hurt.

Aggravation fuelin' me
Money powered, hypocrisy
I have no feelings, we're much the same
We have no feelings, we feel no pain

I am numb to all I see
This the way it has to be
Gone is hope, gone is need
I know stone don't bleed

What's it worth 'fore I die?
What's the reason they all cry?
I have no feeling, too much the same
Not my problem, I feel no blame

We are blind and we are cold
We are afraid of growing old
We are numb to all we see
Nothing sacred

Backs turned to madness
Backs to misery and I put the
Brush to the canvas
In my world, in my world of hurt

World of hurt
World of hurt
World of hurt

We are blind and we are cold
Still afraid of growing old
We are numb to all we see
Nothing sacred

Backs turned to madness
Backs to misery and I see the
Brush to the canvas
In my world, in my world of

Backs turned to madness
Backs to misery and I put the
Brush to the canvas
It paints my world, in my world of hurt

In my world of hurt
In my world of hurts
In my worlds
In my worlds
In my worlds
In my world of hurt