Number of Lyrics in Album : 12
By Armored Saint, Help me write these words down
I'll write a great song
By Armored Saint, Beat my bloody fist to a pulp
Then I'll switch hands
Gotta
By Armored Saint, Imagine every morbid thought
You've had throughout your life
Becoming real in
By Armored Saint, Loathsome
Glum is commonplace
Lonely
Longing for a face
Dwelling in the shadows
There's a
By Armored Saint, Before all else, better get yourself armed, yeah
Watch as they
By Armored Saint, These living quarters are off limits to you
These guarded borders
By Armored Saint, El Diablo sale
Por mis chingaderas
Locuras en me suenos
Los cadaberes toman
Cida
By Armored Saint, That's when I hit pay dirt
Sink or swim, I'm jumpin'
By Armored Saint, Dressed in a shroud, preparing the stand-off
A meeting of the
By Armored Saint, Brass hat, CEO
Only appears for a cameo
The camp is so
By Armored Saint, When the final bell is rung
And the game's declared over
We
By Armored Saint, Come here and bend over, torturing I like
I'm picking candy