3Rd Strike

listen to me jesus this disease decieves us takes us for a flight than shoots us down we need some protection from this soul infection help us save our selfs before we drown
fight on fight on fight on fight on
fight on fight on fight on fight onfight (2x)
a little hit can take away my fears and make me feel a real man selling all i have to make me whole i can feel the fire fueling my desire medicate me now ive lost control
strung out again i dont know when im gonna quit this game
quit this game im a slave headin for the grave lost my name another number not aname
memories of my brothers resting six feet under guess they met their fate too young to die tears of grief and sadness turning into madness falling from thier faces mothers cry
strung out again i dont know when im gonna quit this game
quit this game im a slave headin for the grave lost my name and number and now i got it back
sick and tired of being sick and fuckin tired