I'm the law, I wield the stick So back your ass up in fear This is my place, my burning face in full gear. We move in groups, head stomping boots And
Your sweet soul comforts me Your eyes show the desires of a whore To touch your flesh on my skin To feel the heat that you bring You'll serve my purpose
[Lyrics: Killian] [Music: Demmel, Flynn] I'm The Law, I Wield The Stick So Back Your Ass Up In Fear This Is My Place, My Burning Face In Full Gear. We
[Music: Flynn, Demmel] [Lyrics: Killian] Deceiving Face Fits Perfect Like A Glove In The Camera Eye Of This World. A Pocket Lie, I Don't Know Why. Subterflige
I'm trapped in this cage while others hold me down Direct my pen as their fist comes down They meddle and interfere in my affair With the written word
My dick's so big I have to wrap it round my leg And if you piss me off I'll jack off in your face I got loads of jizz... you can suck me all night You
[Lyrics: Killian] [Music: Demmel, Flynn, Killian] On The Case Of An Unusual Death Tonight. Corpse Erupt, Sweet Smell Of Cremation In Flight. My Eyes
[Music: Flynn,Demmel] [Lyrics: Killian] [ Solo: Flynn ] Feeling Taken, God Do I Hate. Pinstripped, Blacktied, Corporate Minds That Hate. All That They
Inside I know I'll succeed I have faith from which I feed Dreams you see, they're never too far Don't have others let you think that they are From what
[Music: Demmel, Flynn, Killian] [Lyrics: Killian] I Reach Out, And Grab The Devil. Pour His Hell Straight Down My Throat. Go Home To The Darling Where
Reality slipping and your mind is caving in Submitting to the web that you constantly spin It's over the edge with the straightjacket on It's dragging
[Lyrics: Killian] [Music: Demmel, Flynn] Land Of Old, This Soil I Now See Turns Grey. Looking On, I See Crowds That Stand Against Tyrant Guns, Blow Them
Restricted patient Or so they say I choose to stay here, phobic fears Nerve endings eaten away I'm out of touch With all in sight Don't close my eyes
Up for the dead Blood-thirsty rulers are bred Rising up their dreams of hell Are waiting for you Their words will cut you in two KILLING - HE JUST KEEPS
[Music: Flynn, Demmel] [Lyrics: Killian] I, Being The Judge Of This Legal Court Motion For The Accused To Arise. Stand Up Boy, Here's The End Of Your
I've tasted The thrill of a kill The thrill of my victims I'm crushing Destroying their will Demented A figure of speech My mind is lost eternally out
I am a Presidential toy And I am Government employed In their game of death I never lose And when I'm told to do a task No questions I will ask Just
Calm collector of the waste I've come for the dead Cold my feelings cannot be traced There's no need, no patients for there Muttering words, they are