Grip Inc Challenge
Lungs breathing foulness Anal intellect fills rooms Cigar smoke and the stench of cheap wine Smothers my children's innocence The blind and boiled misery sets sail Ship wrecked souls don't buckle up You won't survive >From the ashes of nothing Rises something Never to Forget forget forget forget So if you offer this challenge Oh yes my blood will rise Attitude is the engine that drives The force through hollow eyes The blind and boiled misery sets sail Ship wrecked souls don't buckle up You won't survive This stab skin stabbing your god's Messenger I will skin you just a little Stab skin stab skin over and over Again again again again So I accept your challenge Tear down your thin disguise Kamikaze your conceited ass With no compromise I fight your power with raw power I fight your power with raw power I fight your power with raw power I fight your power with raw power
