Tekstovi: Pure Soundart. Emo Is Dead (Mcd). Ride Paranoia.

Picked out, smashed out, grabbed off, ripped out
My head hurt like thousend drums calling
Hurt now, sucked off, shattered in pieces
All my longings have eaten my soul
Caved in, accused of, not being nice
My innards feel turned inside out
Trapped all, my way, liberate myself

Not looking back this time
Sick of all lies, bury me
Sick of all lies, hide baby hide
Sick of all lies, bury me
Ride, ride baby ride

Cut out, shout out, scream out my sorrows
There's no listening right here
Picked out, smashed out, grabbed out, ripped out
My head hurt like thousend drums calling
Hurt now, control, lost all my way
Is it you stopping me go on rampage

Sick of all lies, bury me
Sick of all lies, hide baby hide
Sick of all lies, bury me
Ride, ride baby ride