Brain Attack
Tracedawn
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On the dunes of bad taste
I surf beneath the burning moon
The heat peels off my skin
But I won't hide like the other fools
Beyond hypnosis
Beyond the norm
Beyond the hypocrites
Melt the cerebrae
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I'm a man of low morals and everything
I touch ends up crushed into dust
On the shores of brain attack
I bathe above the lava core
The fumes keep away the ordinary
With a smile I plunge and dive
I'm a man of low morals and everything
I touch ends up crushed into dust
Satisfaction, downfall
My teeth kissed concrete once again
Flesh dripping grin