Testo We Want Vengeance

M:Salomon T:Salomon/Horstmann

Have you ever thought about your fucking fashion style?
It seems like its the mirror of your bursting police file.
The teachers on the school yard try to get out of your way.
Now you smash their spines and skulls, the last one yesterday.

Say goodbye to all your morality and there goes your whole personality!
My wounds they'll heal, my lips go down, can direct my teeth.
But fear becomes hate and for your regret it is too late

I remember it like yesterday this foggy autumn night,
I was wearing chucks, a band t-shirt and you wanted to fight.
The first hit split my left eye brow you beat me down to ground.
Your kicks were hard my bones to weak, the next morning I was found.
…next morning I was found.

264 Pounds in a body, bounce on my head, expert in bullying
Fall down to ground, fall through this cold night, I don't really know…
What was going on? Can anyone tell me who started this fight…

My wounds they'll heal, my lips go down, can direct my teeth. But fear becomes hate and for your regret it is too late

Maybe now you are the master, but I know in the end,
you create your own disaster and rot in sorrow, my friend.

No one can say how you got so cruel.
Maybe your friends think that this is cool.
We all suffer under your terror rule,
But for real your just fat damned fool.
Just a fat damned fool.
We're gonna say now.
Just a fat damned fool.
We're gonna say now.
Just a fat damned fool.
We're gonna say now.
Just a fat damned fool.
We're gonna say now.
Just a fat damned fool!

My wounds they'll heal, my lips go down, can direct my teeth.
But fear becomes hate and for your regret it is too late.
My wounds they'll heal, my lips go down, can direct my teeth.
And if the day has come, we will be an army and you are done