Fourth First Sixth Lyrics & Chords By Castor Troy

Comrades. America is a whorehouse, where the revolutionary ideals of your forefathers are bought and sold in the alleyways of capitalism. If i here a chopper, you're dead....read more

By your words you will be condemned. Surgical tools - coding... is this progress? (No) computers steal jobs. Suffocating. We are what this world designed....read more

break away from the regeneration process. for if one photo is before then the other must be after. so organize files and open windows, because last summer's plot will be this...read more

Your heart looks delicious she says licking her lips as her kamikaze fists crash into floating ribs I stare at you the way you stare at your mirror So please show me no mercy ...read more

Don't bust my chops babe, you ain't no damsel in distress. If so I'm your villain. If we embark on this journey upstairs, the shit's gonna hit the fan. For someone...read more