Western Addiction - Incendiary Minds lyrics

rate me

NO!!!

Each one is born but they're coming out dead

My hands spell words as they fall from my head

Like a confederate flag dad wreaks of his kin

With blood on your brow you'll cry your eyes in

Prison ghost starts to scream as they carry you out

And attrition keeps you wishing that they'd tear your mouth out

A sign on an inn is the shape when you die

And poor St. Lucia took a knife in the eye

And it hurt. It fucking hurt!

The great diseases of our time are a soundtrack to the system

With incendiary minds and the knowledge to resist them

We can body harvest hate and send a charge up the floor

And eliminate the causes worth fighting for

Our incendiary minds

Our incendiary minds