[00:00.000] 作曲 : Not Documented
[00:01.156][Intro: (William S. Burroughs)]
[00:42.419]This is war to extermination
[00:44.812]Fight cell by cell through bodies and mind screens of the Earth
[00:48.788]Souls rotten from the orgasm drug
[00:50.914]Flesh shuddering from the ovens
[00:52.510]Prisoners of the Earth, come out
[00:54.636]Storm the studio
[02:47.791]
[02:48.323][Verse: El-P]
[03:02.394]Live on a hot metal big-burner Bunsen
[03:03.988]Combustion or something and so on, **** it
[03:05.848]See how the wrong side of tracks
[03:07.179]Made the dusted-est trash that intellect
[03:08.772]Dash to the wormhole, talk shit
[03:10.102]Walk with a holy hawk raised
[03:11.433]In a dog shit, bitch, click chatter box, duck
[03:13.292]I'm a "holy ****, what did he just utter?" marksman
[03:15.412]Orphan, a whore-born, war-torn life for the harvest
[03:17.536]A fair-trade target of air raid, starter kit
[03:19.400]Used heart plucked from the bargain bin
[03:20.993]I don't give a fraction of fractal of ****s
[03:22.586]I'm a Garbage Pail Kid calamity artist
[03:24.704]Pardon the pain puffs, smoke float ring
[03:26.301]Around martyrs, sing along, sat at piano
[03:28.163]Lap of my father, watching him talk harmonic
[03:30.552]Each key tapped to the BPM of the sirens
[03:32.949]Sound like a raining of notes in a protest pose
[03:35.072]Like a right string weaved on the keys
[03:36.658]Could relieve us of doom
[03:37.458]Give the room some silence, stop violence
[03:39.581]Pop bounced and a mom with her three survivors
[03:41.711]Got gone from the island, hopped to the
[03:43.304]County of kings where the bounty of things
[03:45.162]Not framed in past might last 'til the hatching
[03:47.028]Of manhood's timing, hop in the timeline
[03:48.875]See the turnstile young hopper, not for the rock
[03:51.002]For the talk good science alliance
[03:52.598]Drunk and defiant, sunset started up all night
[03:54.991]Crawl through the cracks in the halls
[03:56.319]Of the battered-up, scattered-up
[03:57.383]Middle finger, dick held, brick kids
[03:58.979]Screaming at the top of our airbags
[04:00.031]"This is our timing, we are not dying"
[04:11.059]Not for you, not for you (7x)
[04:29.918]Not for you, not, not, not for you

作曲 : Not Documented
This is war to extermination
Fight cell by cell through bodies and mind screens of the Earth
Souls rotten from the orgasm drug
Flesh shuddering from the ovens
Prisoners of the Earth, come out
Storm the studio

Live on a hot metal big-burner Bunsen
Combustion or something and so on, **** it
See how the wrong side of tracks
Made the dusted-est trash that intellect
Dash to the wormhole, talk shit
Walk with a holy hawk raised
In a dog shit, bitch, click chatter box, duck
I'm a "holy ****, what did he just utter?" marksman
Orphan, a whore-born, war-torn life for the harvest
A fair-trade target of air raid, starter kit
Used heart plucked from the bargain bin
I don't give a fraction of fractal of ****s
I'm a Garbage Pail Kid calamity artist
Pardon the pain puffs, smoke float ring
Around martyrs, sing along, sat at piano
Lap of my father, watching him talk harmonic
Each key tapped to the BPM of the sirens
Sound like a raining of notes in a protest pose
Like a right string weaved on the keys
Could relieve us of doom
Give the room some silence, stop violence
Pop bounced and a mom with her three survivors
Got gone from the island, hopped to the
County of kings where the bounty of things
Not framed in past might last 'til the hatching
Of manhood's timing, hop in the timeline
See the turnstile young hopper, not for the rock
For the talk good science alliance
Drunk and defiant, sunset started up all night
Crawl through the cracks in the halls
Of the battered-up, scattered-up
Middle finger, dick held, brick kids
Screaming at the top of our airbags
"This is our timing, we are not dying"
Not for you, not for you (7x)
Not for you, not, not, not for you