Fibreglass

I thought we advised you to pay to stay close to the post
Run the footage of the blood draining the stage coach
I menace with someone similar to myself
The same pace whatever we want it all or else
We master astroloids and belts and lightning and volts
Direct their direction towards your habitation source
In worse conditions I refuse to listen
Distance breaks the braces so you fall
Amazing grace involves the mace and the cross
And shards that starve your inner energy from all

In centers of synergy that could send me to the stars
I eliminate enemies like a chemical dependency

Melodies of misery, flashpoint for chemistry
Simplify the centipede, I imply the arachnid
Tactless, trapped, and then tax your neck and back
We talk like we stalk the bench at Thorke's Park
Identify the marks and spark when the winds squawk
I've landed on this planet and it seems that I'm bored
I was told of golden rewards while holding a sword
Last call, all aboard, take a ride with aggression
Blast past the fast pace, we leave a lasting impression

Vigorously, we disfigure at random
And still remain the most vain in this chain of commandments
Branded as the beast, this is Mad Child unleashed
God bless the masterpiece, one sinner with inner peace
Release the hound, new sound with a demented twist
Bent, but the incentive is inventiveness
Pay dues man? C'mon, I spent the rent on this
Rip the whirlwind of these experimentalists
No time for gentleness, I've got moves to make
Have fun riding the same bus that I used to take

Chemical weapons specialist that's here to defuse
The shit you call the bomb because that's yesterday's news
Order the launch, blow the fuck out the insubordinate
Roll according to plan, can't change the coordinates
On course, threaten by force, past the limit
Mutilate the meek and terrorize the timid
We don't improvise or sympathize
We cater to the crass, tap dancin' on broken glass
A highly lethal strike of depth and versatility
Willingly warp, chilling with new thrilling ability

Top cartridge loading, holding cartilage folding
Blankets over clothing, hiding holes of loathing
Riding until the morning, after the sun you're done