They operate silently finally to deny yours
to see the big picture you should excavate
my eyeballs bleed me dry stick your hands
inside of my skin you don't like me how you
like the sight of my twin let it spin i don't have
much love for the game gi' my money on that
i got a better grip than fame
The First Wave f***ed up by shifting the aim
How the hell we go forward with our shit in
reverse it's like a new born baby just delivered
the nurse and that's huge like the news of a lit
fuse about the only time we don't suffer from
split views.
