Theory Of The Will

Theory Of The Will
For once I found it
Taste my greed
I forsake a waste of tears
We are supposed to be happy
We try so damn hard
So damn fuc*** hard

What
What would I give
I WILL TAKE NO OATHS ANYMORE
What would I give
Prevailing years of blinding darkness
In my will to power life (and its aspects)
AZERION WAS MY RELIEF
Ten times
Let it slip
F*** f***
Shake it down
Split it up
FUCKFACE
You turned me into disgrace
F*** f***
Shake it down
Split it out
MOTHERFUCKER
I was one of your cut 'n pastes
For once I found it
Taste my greed
I forsake a waste of tears
Sweet Azerion