Letra da Música Whip Of Fire (come Lash Me) de Man Of The Hour

They wont wank us with their vacuous piss epiphany
Metal is our fuel and it always fucking will be
Until the last liar has O.D'd on their shit fantasy

We refuse to make the whip of fire, disappear
When we see those fuckwits, so fucking near
Drink till you're sick

Gurning pricks in their elite social fucking purgatory
They pose cool like fluorescent inane Nazi's fucking bastards
As we hail the strobes of a divert drugged reality

They Slit their wrists
Cowards and whores
We Clench our fists
Heroes with swords

Like an unclenching fist the flower unfolds
Revealing the mystery inside your mind
Mr. Suspicious Citrus man I come
In peace for the leaves
The mighty brain destroyer

We refuse to make the bamboo engine, disappear
It needs fucking packing, get over here
Toke till you're sick!