You thought you brought the terror
You thought your's was the bearer
Vikindin brings the pain that you cannot deliver
Shit from some, now all silent
Choking on your own remarks
Roll over on your shoulders, and **** in your own fucking mouths
Guts wrench
Stomachs heave...as you're broken down
On you're knees, puking
Sickened
Sickened by Vikindin
Feel the burn from the 10th slap in your face
Same **** from you, just a different day
Gaining momentum
You're fueling our fire
One side bitches--out of our way
What's it been a decade? Maybe two?
Is that same sad song the best you can do?
Give in, or give up
You're nothing for us!!!
Played out, fucked up
Give me something I can use
Guts wrench
Stomachs heave...as you're broken down
On your knees, puking
Sickened by...
Vikindin