Lyric Grand Mox Turkin

Today the horde machine went rollin
In sequence grasp, prepared to falter
We were born to self destruct on birth row
On birth row

And the question remains,
Everything is spit and shined
Everything is wiped out twice to make sure
Nothing s on our mind

An hour glass is punctured yearning
This malevolent structured duplicates
But we all love to disobey on birth row
On birth row

And the question remains,
Everything is spit and shined
Everything is wiped out twice to make sure
Nothing s on our mind
x2

I was the fuse but your truth will always trust
But your truth will always trust

Everything is spit and shined
Everything is wiped out twice to make sure
Nothing s on our mind
x2

But the question still remains
We re nothing but a bunch of mistakes
What a sorry excuse for a human being