Stab a Few Words Songtext
von Primary Weapon

My imagination
Just one pervert of men
My imagination
Is the core of the other ones
My imagination
Penetrate my consciousness
Me, my imagination
Is dripping from my nose to my feet

Whoa
Just the cancer of the good old minds
Whoa
Isn′t this what people want to snuff?
Whoa
Fuck your ideas, fuck your ideas
Just wanna stab a few words in your


Inside my dreams
I always have a little one in two
Inside my dreams
Are twisted, are dark
I want my explicit dreams
Have no beginning
Inside my dreams
I tear in my teeth with my fists

Whoa
Just the cancer of the good old minds
Whoa
Isn't this what people want to snuff?
Whoa
Fuck your ideas, fuck your ideas
Just wanna stab a few words in your

This is the game
Where my head always wins
This is the box
In that box that I can′t find
Just wanna speak the correct words right
This is the game
That you and me will never win
With another psycho version of me
Just turn around and you will see my real me
My real me


Whoa
Just the cancer of the good old minds
Whoa
Isn't this what people want to snuff?
Whoa

Another mistake
When it's too late
We are falling inside
Whoa
Fuck your ideas, fuck your ideas
Just wanna stab you a few words