Plasmatics

Brain Dead
We are brain deadWe march without no headProduct of the brainlessProduct of the dumbRadiation roaches got you on the runSoldiers for the DNA, dissidents are put awayDragged off in the dead of night, disappear without a sightFor global peace is what we pray, as long as things are done our wayDisagree or acting rude, we will chop you up for foodOur agenda is your end, until then we'll be your friendAct not thinking is our tool, stand up for the golden ruleStab your friends in the back, rule the world load the packHuman flesh is what we crave, nothing wasted in the grave From Letras Mania