Please help me!"

"Hostages unguarded, one hostage dead."
"Two terrorists dead."

"Would you like to know what the diagnosis was?"

"Some kind of electrical discharge."

. . points
Now the anguish
Animate your conscience
Know, know their downfall.
Give them enough rope,
And they'll hang themselves.

Hardly a day goes by
When your hear that fatal cry
That hoping feeling
To comfort distress
So cold so warm
So resentful

Expose the skin
Know, know the downfall
Crushing, crushing the
Your so warm, with
Its sets into beleaguered animation
The ???? so cold, they
Trapped to pieces

Looking for artificial insemination

Scrape, scrape the skin off your bones.
Inemissive preabduction
Totally artificial insemination
So cold
So...

"Hostages unguarded, one hostage dead."
"Two terrorists dead

Writer : RHYS FULBER, BILL LEEB
Copyright : Lyrics © UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS