Tekst
Descend with force
On kamen rider
Henshin
Please transform
Tear 'em to pieces
His sunrise smile
The king of acid house
Just stole your card
Cut him to pieces
Your strawman's in the streets
The long end of his course
Pander to tendless patrons
Washed up with no remorse
The strawman's in the streets
Gold-plated prying eyes
The strawman's in the streets
Misfortune alibi
Baseless
I sent a spy
I like the way you grind when they show up
Got a good reason
You're stranding trial
You cut against the grain, but you don't share
I'm telling you, treason
Telling you, treason
It's burning through the skin
My likeness under clothes
Contouring every feature
Covered but so exposed
It's burning in the street's
Misfortunte alibi
Baseless
When is the perfect time to die
I want to be unobtrusive
When is the perfect time to die
I want to be unobtrusive
When is the perfect time to die
I want to be unobtrusive
When is the perfect time to die
I want to be unobtrusive