Thin White Strip
Took a trip
Down a rabbit hole
Everyone seems to lose their soul
Heard a knock
Breaking down my door
Five hits now he's on the floor
Doesn't matter if they were your friend
A little closer now We've reached the end
The end
Cut their heads right off
Till the high wears off
Can't take this reality
Causing more fatality
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself!
Took a trip down a rabbit hole
Setting fires to burn off souls
I see a hoard running for my house
Satans laughs and he kills them all
Krugers here and he Wants you dead
A little closer now the world is red
World is red
Shut up bitch
This is the end
Cut their heads right off
Till the high wears off
Can't take the reality
Causing more fatality
Spinning, running, living no bitching
Spinning, running, living no bitching
Spinning, running, living no bitching
Spinning running, living no bitching
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself!
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Down a rabbit hole
Everyone seems to lose their soul
Heard a knock
Breaking down my door
Five hits now he's on the floor
Doesn't matter if they were your friend
A little closer now We've reached the end
The end
Cut their heads right off
Till the high wears off
Can't take this reality
Causing more fatality
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself!
Took a trip down a rabbit hole
Setting fires to burn off souls
I see a hoard running for my house
Satans laughs and he kills them all
Krugers here and he Wants you dead
A little closer now the world is red
World is red
Shut up bitch
This is the end
Cut their heads right off
Till the high wears off
Can't take the reality
Causing more fatality
Spinning, running, living no bitching
Spinning, running, living no bitching
Spinning, running, living no bitching
Spinning running, living no bitching
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself
The clock stops ticking
Every man for himself!
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
Spinning, running, living no bitchin'
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Writer(s): Samuel Aronoff
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