i can see it i can feel it i can point it its heading straight to the brain i dont stop it i dont reject it i dont shoot it down what i see what i have what i feel see, now its so shining in my eys see, now its so shining in your head when it fills up the land, so sweet scape we get called chaos
its knocking you its cracking its shouting out heres my chain-shot
i can laught out i can cry out i can ask my head stinging, cutting beating smashing cells but you dont see but you dont care i just need to set the seed to blow and then shoot out
next warhead could be my hatred next warhead could be your sorrow bet what your head will squeak out choose the next one or youll be dead
its knocking you its cracking its shouting out heres my chain-shot my dear chain-shot
hate to the one bait to the next shot sad to the one laugh to the next shot joy to the one craze to the next shot
pick it and dig it and kick it keen kids say, "i got a headache bad!"
