Time Bomb

White thrash, your fear Never lost when you're always near When the filth, smashes your lobe That's when your mind begins to That's when your soul turns into A ticking time bomb Expose your mind to the shapes and the colours of the grind You must flee this uncertain cheese I feel like You can't it wrong and I can't get it right You feel like I can't get it wrong and you can't get it right We feel Find your mind drop I don't know how to stop eating the vapour of Your brain rot Chew the roux of the road that you find in your mouth A wise old man once said F*ck me dead said foreskin Fred, as he pulled it over his head If I die bury me, hang my balls on the cherry tree If they grow, let me know. I'll be listening on the radio But for now, we'll sing instead, the crazy song that rages in our head Feel the age of the angst that was born in your spine. Skins White thrash, it's here A wave form without any fear Vibrations pummel the globe That's when your mind begins to That's when your soul turns into A ticking time bomb