Thrash Compactor

Sick of your attitude
Come on let me crush you
Blood on your lips
This is your apocalypse

With the walls closing in
Death soon will begin
Never will escape it
You better just embrace it

Get crushed, in the Thrash Compactor
Caught up in the crowd, set up for disaster
Moshpit, makes you feel sick
Hold onto your brains, we're about to get faster

Just enough room to breathe
But not enough to scream
We wouldn't hear you anyway
The moshpit gets the last say

With the walls closing in
Death soon will begin
Never will escape it
You better just embrace it

Get crushed, in the Thrash Compactor
Caught up in the crowd, set up for disaster
Moshpit, makes you feel sick
Hold onto your brains, we're about to get faster

GET CRUSHED!



Credits
Writer(s): Balaican Stefan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link