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• Artiste: Burning Mona Lisa
• Titre: Subatomic Bombs
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A cold cold fate awaits For those who prey and hate And I'm not gonna try and let 'em win Cause they're runnin' out in packs And they're scavingin' like rats They're saying don't fight it none, but feel bad for your sins And it makes me So crazy I'm a priest in rockstar clothes with ninja skin But maybe Just maybe I can make those bastards feel my pain within I sorta just like class And folks who like to laugh But all I see anymore is greed and fear You're runnin' out of time And I'm runnin' out of rhymes Somebody's gotta show these folks a mirror And it makes me So crazy I'm a priest in rockstar clothes with ninja skin But maybe Just maybe I can make those bastards feel my pain within And I don't wanna hear another fuckin' sound from the mouths of all you people living underground abandoning all peace and tranquility like lemmings and their kings drowning in deadly seas a big ass wave is coming around from the hearts of all these people that you've trampled down you obliterated all of us into the ground all these gods and all these masters will fear the sound of when It makes me So crazy I'd burn down my own house and move to Guam And maybe Just maybe I'd find a way to build subatomic bombs