Shut Up, Shut Up
I'll stick to my guns
While you stick to yours
Sit Down
Let's not pretend
That I'll have to use force
Are you Satan?
I don't think so
You copy my style
And you call yourself a man
You want a piece of me?
Yeah... you do
Begging for this and asking for that
Shut Up, Fucking Twat
Shut Up, Fucking Twat
Shut Up, Shut Up
I'll stick to my guns
Now you stick to yours
Sit Down
Let's not pretend
That I'll have to use force
Are you satan?
I don't think so
You copy my style
And call yourself a man
Never could fathom my hate
Unable to take a hint
You haven't got a clue
Satanism is lost on you
source: Songteksten.nl
Language: english
Mood: Dramatic; Menacing; Ominous; Gloomy; Intense; Visceral; Volatile; Aggressive; Brash; Theatrical; Nihilistic; Malevolent; Hedonistic
Theme: Late Night; Scary Music
Style: Heavy Metal; Black Metal; Scandinavian Metal