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