I'm crazy by noon I'll be pushin' up them daisies Tomorrow with their donut box they'll say It's sad she's brown bread, hey I got my weapons Music,
was shot down! Bullshit, ?Love is the only weapon with which I got to fight?. I've got a hell of a lot of weapons to fight! I got my claws, I got cutlasses
it's the end of the world it's the end of the world Hey it's the end of the world it's the end of the world And it's here The day before tomorrow It
hatred makes a play on me tomorrow And forgiveness take a back seat to revenge There's a hurt down deep that has not been corrected There's a voice in
I'm the fuckin' weapon Attacker of their ideology, intoxicate with rationality These apocalyptic predators must die 'Cause I'm the fuckin' weapon, I
streets We hear you sharpen the weapons Tonight the killer will come With his smashing sound Tomorrow behind you Death will raise by your noise Build your weapons
that's the way that growing up's going supposed to be But you can make it through, you gotta believe You are your own secret weapon It's all up to you
make the weapons And show me where to shoot Tomorrow or today They?ll take it anyway But take it if you must Tomorrow you?re going to pay Tomorrow
knowledge seeming innocent and pure Becomes a deadly weapon in the hands of avarice and greed The sacred creed will be yours And if you wait until tomorrow
a chest or lose a chest Try not to miss when you cock back and shoot You shoot and miss, then it's all on you Ain't no game, it's real dog, live or
flee or fight alone The microphone: that's my weapon and I'm on a quest for Heaven Or rent me some comprehension It's busy as fuck, just gimme a three
Tomorrow's forecast (flurries motherfucker) snowman in full effect so play the odds out till april the tapes will grow so we can by posters and staples
Investing more in the movement Facing east Skin 'em alive Scar tissued shadows Grease factories for weapons Black Metal is the devil's fuel Ram painted
love's too pure to see another face Love's another skin-trap, another social weapon Another way to make men slaves and women at their beckon Love's another
is God's word. Each crash of steel is God's word. Each torn limb and splash of blood is God's word. For he so loved the world he gave our only begotten
, locos ?bout to throw down Images of war weapons, the psycho presence Blood wettens, stains the curb where you?re steppin' Deadly ground?s the home
There is only tomorrow Nothing but sorrow waiting for you Don't look for any mystery It's only history, we're passing through The threat from the east