الأغاني:
White Zombie Soul Crusher

: Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out, a violent burst of some kind kind kind kind, mindstate a dirty little drunk and cluttered. Shinning a problem

: Years have a come and gone. Now I stand forward. More than I ever was. Assault and reassemble. Mr. Paranoid. A real backseat driver. But, I had to

: Ze wheels o' fire. A doubleman defier. A motor and I. Regenerate I am. Your final pompeii. O 'etched in acid. Like a shack of hate. Love in the gut

Asylum erotica. Yea I said the ones on the wheels. Doomsday machinist. Flying out the window. She's looking strange. Nowhere to nowhere diamonds she'

Years have a come and gone. Now I stand forward. More than I ever was. Assault and reassemble. Mr. Paranoid. A real backseat driver. But, I had to move

A knuckle duster is the most deadly in the ponderous pace Of floating justice single-handed dynamo. Take it now, say the way we want and not for you

Ze wheels o' fire. A doubleman defier. A motor and I. Regenerate I am. Your final pompeii. O 'etched in acid. Like a shack of hate. Love in the gut a

fat in the fire the smell of red, red groove screamed mega-flow - A stalking ground without prey - a flash of superstition whimpering like a crippled animal - Dogs of the Soul- Crusher

What is it? What it is. What is it? Dazzling, yea starving town, starving town, out of the cold, out of the cold (Die, Die, Die!) Moneyman rumble. Dreamtime