Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chemical Ability, artist - Direct Hit!. Album song Making a Midwesterner, in the genre Панк
Date of issue: 15.04.2016
Record label: Red Scare
Song language: English
Chemical Ability |
You’re alone in a blacked-out room, bound feet pressed to the floor |
On your own, been attacked, but soon long teeth, less lack of gore |
Drug of choice taken minutes before hooded men walked through your door |
Quiet voice, clicking latch, that score’s settled quick but you need more |
You’re alone in a white-lit hall, bloodied hands clutch torn-up meat |
Monotone humming, bright, spit pooled round stance cut, short of sleep |
Stagger up to the brushed steel door, tear the whole thing off the wall |
Dagger fangs, at a hush, still bored, bared soul: «I'll kill you all» |
Now the fast’s in the past, and at last you can eat your fill at will |
Singing on and on and on and on |
This song’s the one you’ll never write down |
And you won’t remember it when you wake up on a concrete floor among the |
dismembered |
Not right or natural |
A factual reality, a chemical ability to kill |
You’re alone in a blacked out room keeping dark thoughts from your brain |
Ringing phone, gin and crack festooned on the floor to keep you sane |
You await for the mutation to approach and end your life |
All of this just a ruse built up, just a joke to end sore spite |
Now the fast’s in the past and at last gotta eat your fill at will |
Hands, feet, heart, meat, repeat, no feat, keep up on kills |
Hot breath on your neck, cold sweats gonna end your sorry life |
Singing on and on and on and on |
This song’s the one you’ll never write down |
And you won’t remember it when you wake up on a concrete floor among the |
dismembered |
Not right or natural |
A factual reality, a chemical ability to kill |
It’s not natural, no |
The actual ability to kill |