Teksty: Shook Ones. Facetious, Folly, Feat. Slaughter Of The Insole.

I watch it spread. I will it on.
Hey, here it comes; the crippling commodity: convenience is here
and its taking what it will.
I will it on as it eats up everything that you say you love.
I wonder why you haven't learned that something's just don't fit in its mouth that's so agape.
This you should.
Yet you fight it as its tearing for the clothes on your back.
Just let ?em go. It is a force that calculates and kills with gold.
Don't risk what can't be bought and sold.
It's tearing you deeper, taking more.
Beyond your skin and through your bone
This is the moment when you must choose what really does define you.
This is a show be with the gallery and know that you'll survive.
It's just a show. It's happened before
Rears up and cycles once more
It is a show that you'll live through