One two three 4BY6
Bunch fists and taste of blood in mouth
What should I do?
Hate is eating up inside
It breaking through
I have no chance to take control
There is no point to resist at all
You hear a howl of ranging bear
Time to wake up
Adrenaline exploding blood
You couldn't stop
The time will come to pay the price
We will die here then will arise
We are the dirt, you will drown in
We are the dirt where lifes begins
We turning point of the world
We are, We are the dirt
The smell of death mixed madness
Cheap whiskey and stillborn ideas
Will feeding roots and stems will reach the heavens
Is it addiction or is it me?
I'll never know
Dirt is everywhere my friend
We make it grow
There is no point to resist at all
There is no point to resist at all
We are the dirt, you will drown in
We are the dirt where lifes begins
We turning point of the world
We are, We are the dirt
We turning point of the f*cking world
We are, We are the dirt