Marching On The Skulls Of The Dead

Can't you read what's written down

Down in the books of understanding

You push to prove you fucking loose

Don't you understand me

But it feels so good and before I die

I'll crush this world with both my feet and fly

Can't you read what's written down

Down in the books of understanding

You push to proove you fucking loose

Don't you understand me

But it feels so good and before I die

Yeah the talk was so cheap I bought five