Testo Swollen But Not The Same

In the recruitment line like a fish in the sun
When we held out our hands
Well they, they gave us a gun
A gun...
A gun...bullets for blood
A gun...
A gun...they gave us a gun
The cold metal steel felt like the dick of a dead man
In the hands of an eager necrophiliac...

Swollen but not the same
Swollen but not the same
Swollen but not the same
Swollen but not the same

Swollen but not the same
Swollen but not the same
We've all got to die someday
The pain will all fadeaway...

Swollen but not the same
Swollen but not the same We've all got to die someday
The pain will all fadeaway...