Verse #1:

The color's vibrantly shining, yet they're turning dull and gray(OK)

The dead space is convincing, The singing whispers of my hate

Erase the form lines blindly, color the shady paint by numbers

(Well I die) In pollution, actions slumber



Chorus:

(Woah) I have to fight them

(Woah) THE RACIALLY, SUPERIOR ARE DEAD!

(Woah) Tonight is lightly touched by a kiss

THEN PULL THE MOTHER FUCKING KILLSWITCH



Verse #2:

The trepidations endless, considering the ghost exists (I'm Pissed)

Exit the back gently, so you don't suffer imprisonment

Hold it up to sever, the heads will roll around tonight

(Well, I die) As I give my life



Chorusx2:

(Woah) I have to fight them

(Woah) THE RACIALLY, SUPERIOR ARE DEAD!

(Woah) Tonight is lightly touched by a kiss

THEN PULL THE MOTHER FUCKING KILLSWITCH