Cripper - General Routine Lyrics
When I say somethingTo make you say somethingIn the end it's allMy faultAnd so I say nothingSo you say nothingIn the end there's nothing at allGeneral RoutineGod from the machineYou ain't gonna ***** my brainYour hands in the open airI'm to blame, but I don't careCrush down heaven to the earthThis won't bring back your wasted yearsThey all served good and long and stillFor sure they can't find peace untilWe cut you and we see no bloodCome on, let's do it, fill the cupA substitute for your own painWe cut 'em all, but all in veinThe higher dose, the GeneralWere they bad things after all?VictimFaint-hearted schismYou are standing there, unboundNo rights, no left turn, nothing left to learnI don't want to make friendsI'm not here to please youI don't want to play a gameAll I want to do to you is what you did to meAnywayYou are bound in many waysBut when it comes to run awayYou've got the speed and the driveOf a goddamn train