Syndrome

Whatever you do
Well, it's alright
Whatever human beings are
Yeah, it's alright
The bullets sweeten it up, sweeten it up, sweeten it up
Put it high and spread that chrome in my heart

I hit the switch and fall
Like death in me, I feel it coming down
I wake the demons up inside of me oh yeah

Don't know the reason
But it's alright
Just erase and destroy
Yeah, it's alright
Send them through like ticking stones
They'll explode your souls, making holes
I watch them go