Violent Measures Songtext
von CELL

Forever rot in your blissful world of shit
Forever pride yourself to cure the itch with one final hit
The smoke clears the fucking room
And yet I still have to open my eyes and think of you

Force fed the lies that counteract the truth
I am the very ounce of hatred aimed at you
Feel my cries of ache that have been caused by you
If you take my life, then I will take yours too

Violent measures take form within time