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• Artiste: Ballistic
• Titre: Corpse Stacked High
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Pushed in, forced out, bodies fall all about Metallic claws, by rule of law Erased, deseased, bring them to their knees Whenever I wan't love, I need some Grab ahold machine gun, murder is my passion Tearing in and out, 50mm round And I love to hear the sound When I cut them all down Burned to the ground, piled to the sky (corpse stacked high) and my flack packed tight, in a rapid fire fight as you pray for your life (corpse stacked high) send them to their suicide where their generations died drift away and fantasize, erotic dreams of genocide Burned to the ground, piled to the sky (corpse stacked high) and my flack packed tight, in a rapid fire fight as you pray for your life (corpse stacked high) ohhh.....left alone in silence, so mislead get out, far away, let me carry you off into the sun as I lay waste a land, and the streets aflame I worship no one Now I'm packing in the passion, my very mission Liberals in season, won't listen to the reason Lay down instead of fight, protest human life Suicide is right when you've lost your fucking mind Burned to the ground, piled to the sky (corpse stacked high) and my flack packed tight, in a rapid fire fight as you pray for your life (corpse stacked high)