I'm at home where my coat's hanging, I'm a shepherd of raising sun I believe...
I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood Murder I heard...
You go I feel like dropping bombs between your eyes But not today Too slow...
Beein livin' with your shit too long You know it gotta end Yell to me...
appetite 4 destruction I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood...
at least i pretend i can change the solidarity of...
symbolic wreck, a crucifix i've opened up to something new...
A life a dream the pain a scream I awoke...
to look and see no life mind dead nothing remains...
live by the magazine flash photos, ever clean stand back...
Cross your fingers and hope for the best Worship yourself,...