1.World Comes Tumblin' Down
Lyricist：Armstrong Brody, Fuelleman Kimberly, Mazzola Roselyn, Mat
Young
Start a riot, slash ya wrists red
You want an answer？
Do you speak delinquently, oh yeah？
There's a message, antagonist
You want an answer？
I bet you kill someone, oh yeah？
Come on, come on, I beg you
My world comes tumbling down
I paid the price, heartache, I'm not sorry
I fell in love with you in NYC
She ran away, her mamma never loved her
Pill popping pity, she is sick in Melbourne city
Oh no, oh yeah, oh where are you gerti rouge？
Come on, I beg you
My world comes tumbling down
Hey, oh baby, come on and speak to me
Hey, come on
Uh, oh, you're fucking bored
Are you, you're fucking bored
You're just bored
Fuck you
2.Bullet and the Bullseye
Lyricist：Armstrong Brody
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I am the bullet and you're the bullseye
When I hit, there's nothing left
I am the bullet and you're the bullseye
When I hit, there's nothing left
I've been living in a boundaryless land
I was blind but now I've got my sight back
You suffer insidiously, I fucking hate you
Stay the fuck away from me
I am the bullet and you're the bullseye
When I hit, there's nothing left
I am the bullet and you're the bullseye
When I hit, there's nothing left
You're a thief, a liar and a cheat too
Ain't no mystery to unlocking you
You think I'm a sucker, you're fucking sick
The only thing I suck is my man's dick
I am the bullet and you're the bullseye
When I hit, there's nothing left
I am the bullet and you're the bullseye
When I hit, there's nothing left
3.Colossus USA
Lyricist：Armstrong Brody, Fuelleman Kimberly, Mazzola Roselyn, Mat
Young
Whatcha live for when you none
What ya do and where ya come from
You call I feel a lack of grace
A certain disconnection
Dissipated understanding
Seems like second slitting
Seems like second slitting
In a third world company
I know what you wanted
I know that you want it, want it
Well, hell, yeah
Don't walk away
Don't walk away
Don't walk away, shit
I met a man on the street
He said, 'This is poverty'
Down town on Broadway St.
I don't really know his name
He said, 'Live in the world not for gain'
I know what you want, hey
I know that you want it, want it
I know what you wanted
I know that you want it
4.Warriors
Lyricist：Brody Armstrong
Your sun is setting and the day is late
As we walk over this wasteland of hate
There's people getting angry in these darkest hours
There's blood on the streets and the streets are ours
Warriors, never forget the warriors
Our mates are diamond and we shine like steel
You can't beat us down, the wounds will never heal
You can't take us for a ride
You can't rob a warrior of his pride
It's your hate on which we feed
We are the new class, we are the new breed
Send our regards to a nation on fire
And with love a bouquet of barbed wire
From the warriors
Your sun is setting and the day is late
As we walk over this wasteland of hate
There's people getting angry in these darkest hours
There's blood on the streets and the streets are ours
Warriors, never forget the warriors
Our mates are diamond and we shine like steel
You can't beat us down, the wounds will never heal
You can't take us for a ride
You can't rob a warrior of his pride
It's your hate on which we feed
We are the new class, we are the new breed
Send our regards to a nation on fire
And with love a bouquet of barbed wire
From the warriors
5.Cincinnati
I've been to your town
Ain't nobody around
I've been to your city
Ain't no city like Cincinnati
The first time I've been there in the rollin' heat
I saw black love spent and angel wings
I saw white dust choke
And kill and end the violence
And I know I'm running the American dream
Red, white and blue blood
Run at the seams bitter sweet liberty
Don't mean shit to me
Hey, I've been to your town
Ain't nobody around
Hey baby, I've been to your city
Ain't no city like Cincinnati
Hey, I run along to Mexico
Some water is cold up the coast
You know I bleed the sun
The resurrection
I run along to Ohio
Drive past the grave of an old romance
Never felt more alive than
Suicide Cincinnati
And I've been to your town
Ain't nobody around
Hey baby, I've been to your city
Ain't no city like Cincinnati
Here we are in Utopia
6.Solvent
Holy, holy rocket
I wanna be your sparked
Holy, holy, rocket
I wanna be your
Yeah, I'm okay
Hey, it's too late
Now's the time
And it's okay
Yeah, I'm just late
Holy, holy rocket
I wanna be your sparked
Holy, holy rocket
I wanna be your
Yeah, I'm okay
Hey, it's too late
Now's the time
And it's okay
Yeah, I'm just late
Yeah
Yeah, I'm okay
Hey, it's to late
Now's the time
And it's okay
Yeah, I'm just late
Too late, too late
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