Tekstovi: Superjoint Ritual. It Takes No Guts.

There is no bright relation, refry this shitty life
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?

The promise of piss is here and I've dug the filthy dredge
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?

There is no grace in waiting, there's only bastard baiting
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?

Raped by father, were you hurt there?
Were you horny?
Were you horrified?

They were the first to rev up, they were the last to ride
Can you find it? Can you feel it? Can you hide it? Can you fake it?

Taken by a blood relation
Take that, love that
Given inches, given fortitude
Take that, love that
Crying eyes, a man of forty
Take that, love that
Taken back there, day to day

I feel extreme, amped up