Текст (слова) песни: Chimaira - Rizzo

Pull up your car youre home from the night on the town
Could not find anyone to go home with to show off your insecurity
So you put your "I love you face" back on
When you are this way you think you are God
But the people around you are destroyed
Coming home getting off by killing who you love
I hope you end up in a body bag
Walk up to your room to be with your lover
Although they dont share your desire
That night frustrated and intoxicated
You need to leech onto another
When you are this way you think you are God
But the people around you are destroyed
Coming home getting off by killing who you love
I hope you end up in a body bag
Pretend you are the king
One day this will all come back to you
One day your child will be a man
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Army of Me (Bonus Track)
Cleansation
Crawl
Dead Inside
Divination
Down Again
Empty
Eyes Of A Criminal
Forced Life
Jade
Lend A Hand
Let Go
Lumps
Options
Overlooked
Painting The White To Grey
Pass Out Of Existence
Pictures In The Gold Room
Power Trip
Pure Hatred
Rizzo
Severed
Silence
SP Lit
Sphere
Stigmurder
Taste My...
The Dehumanizing Process
The Impossibility Of Reason
This Present Darkness