mfts

go Inside a wall street mind a psycho lurks
lines of cocaine cut in hell obsessive hands gently grab your neck
compulsively you'll die... i hate people Whoa-oh, struggling to breathe, go.The sweet asphyxiation and dismemberment sex puts me in the mood to make you die obsessive hands gently grab your neck look into sick eyes... i hate people struggling to breathe
Go - a machine of penalty
go - the sweet insanity
go - fade to black tranquility
Go - you're looking through the eyes of a psycho, whoa-oh