Seethings Songtext
von Head Heist

I am the sound of the bastards
Materialized into persona non grata
I know my words′ll die faster
Shot down by political nirvana

Sometimes life's just an empty pool
Decades of death stay screaming
Staring down that great black hole
I tell the truth, you′re seething


You prescribe to killing, hordes, and hordes of people
An idea that went sour in the era of Truman
An idealistic window to the working class
Oh, your shit is tight, your shit is grooving

Sometimes life's just an empty pool
Decades of death stay screaming
Staring down that great black hole
I tell the truth, you're seething

This is the place God forgot about
It′s just a bombed-out shell
This is the place God forgot about
It′s just a bombed-out shell

Oh, you're seething
Oh, you′re seething
Fuck!