Violence lyrics

Violence lyrics

"Profit Lyrics"

Coast 2 coast Lyrics
Intro: From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most (We came, to rock, for everybody) From city to city, coast II coast Friday night is the night they like to party the most From city to city, coast II coast (all night y'all) Friday n


[Music: Flynn,Demmel]

[Lyrics: Killian]



[ Solo: Flynn ]

Feeling Taken, God Do I Hate.

Pinstripped, Blacktied, Corporate Minds

That Hate.

All That They See Fit To Be Theirs.

Giving Nothing Except Only To Their Heirs.

Desease Kills Constantly Unseen.

The Rich Pad Their Pockets, And Fulfill Their

Money Schemes.

Human Waste, Sucking Off The Cement

They Beg, You See Nothing, You're Too

Innocent.

All That You Hold

If You Owe
Tongues Of Vipers Lyrics
words hit harder than blows my heart breaks as my back is pierced from tongues of vipers clouds of rebellion against nourished hearts body broken by poisoned mouths of deceit your lies quench the fire within blinding you from the truth
, They Have Sold.

Interest Indeed

What I See Is Greed

I Profit Off

All That You've Got.

Give It To Me.

Others Worse, They'll Fuck You With Greed.

Friendly Investment, On Their Minds

Embezzling.

Foolish Suckers, You're Born Every Day.

Use Them, Confuse Them, And Then They Are

Kicked Away.

Rip You Off For All That You're Worth.

A Quick Scheme Your Dreams Are Face Down In

The Dirt.

Bleeding Hearts, They've Got No Conscience

For You.br />
You Luck, Shit Luck, You're Fucked,

You're Through.

All That You Hold

If You Owe, They Have Sold.

Interest Indeed

What I See Is Greed

I Profit Off

All That You've Got.

Give It To Me.

[ Solo: Demmel ]

I Know I'm Not Against A Quick Buck.

Profit Margin, I'd Like To Have One Myself,

But Then, Some Scum, Money Is All That

They Want.

Immaculate Dreamland, For Their Needs They

Will Rip You Off

Give Me Cash, Give Me All T
Shine Shine Lyrics
I've never been sorry for the way I was raise The enemy fewer And the love that I made was a symbol of the times A celebration of the wine I made a memory in you I'll still be the reader of the letters you write I'll never be lonely for the rest of my life There's a cor
hat You've Got

Fill My Pockets, Hand It Over, Do Not Conserve.

Rich Making Poor Is All I Want To Be.

I Profit, Embezzle, Cold Cash For Me.

All That You Hold

If You Owe, They Have Sold.

Interest Indeed

What I See Is Greed.

I Profit Off

All That You've Got.

Give It To Me.

Sifting My Hands, Through The Color, The Money,

The Green I Must See, Only This Is No Dream.

I'm No Longer The Scum On The Street Not The Bum

That You Scrape Off Your Shoes As You Turn.