Unclean Songtext

I got solution I got the GRIP
I got to change I've got the sickness
Lusting face... green and red
The cash is burning holes in my head

This is The. Murder. Train.
This. Is. The. Murder. Train.
Powered on all these lives that feed
Lives falling. unclean.

Rats in Paradise!

I got solution I got the Grip
I've got to change I've gotta get sick
Positive for all to see
These lives fallen, unclean... clean?
I am unclean
Take it up the backside,
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