New Day Rising Cash Core
Blood on the floor. Justified, recognize. I want everyone dead. Ritalin, holding it, holding it, losing it. Blood on the dance floor. Force feeding, you're bleeding. A cut as deep as bone. You bet your life you're pacified. Blood on the dance floor. f..ck off, f..ck off, your sarcasm can f..ck off. f..ck off, f..ck off, your cynicism can f..ck off. f..ck off, f..ck off, all of you can f..ck off
