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Die, fucker!
I bet you'd like a little pain with your pleasure.
For we measure up like a beast.
We go a long way to love you all for the minute, then leave you deceased.
For such a thankless endeavor we gave all ourselves, and now we've absolutely nothing to show for it but some pride on the shelves.
Our voice of rebellion falls on deaf ears with no heroes to be found, but only pestilence.
Black smoke, no tears as end grows near, dust clears and I'll appear.
So consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!
Consider this a warning shot.
I bet you think you've seen it all but you didnât, no, not even close.
Donât you think a little credit's due to those who gave up the most spread of the world?
Let the knowledge in and crack open the mind.
To those who deceived us, fuck you and your kind!
Our voice of rebellion, drowned out by fear.
On heads we shall roll.
Spit venom, let the chips fall where they may.
What they made embrace your fate, succumb to my hate in these words.
I will be heard!
So consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!
So consider this a warning shot, fucker!
Our voice of rebellion falls on deaf ears with no heroes to be found, but only pestilence.
Black smoke, no tears as end grows near, dust clears and I'll appear.
So consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!
Consider this a warning shot, fucker!
Consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!
Consider this a warning shot
Consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!
Consider this a warning shot.
Just consider this a warning shot, mother fucker!
Consider this a warning shot.
Die, fucker!
- Album:
- Voice Of Rebellion
- The Final Revolution
- Straight to the Dome
- Absolute Power
- No End In Sight
- Prophets Of Doom
- Shreds Of Dignity
- Round 6
- Act Of God
- Contents Under Pressure
- Miscellaneous
- The Truth Hurts
- Sun of a Bastard Volume 6
- Foul Taste of Freedom
- Best of Pro-Pain II
- Foul Taste Of Freedom (Re-Release)
- Run for Cover
- Fistful of Hate
- Voice of Rebellion (Bonus Edition)
- Road Rage