Gone Haywire - Gama Bomb

Self-pollution the game I play

Fight all night and a rampage every day

I’m a night fighter striking from a hidden rebel base

Barely holding back the skull I keep behind my face

You can’t make me live the lie

Cool and collected in a suit and tie

Beneath the newsprint, the true headline

Naked ragers with their hammers high

We don’t come here to be nice

We want an anurysm every Friday night

War!

War!

Wage th war!

Smash and grab what you desire

Out of your mind, into the fire

We’re going haywire

Preposterous and of unsound mind

I laugh out loud at the words I have underlined

Scawling manifestos just for you dear friend

A grim prediction of the rotten end

You can watch me do ghost hands

Extend my eyebrows from the tip to the end

In my sandwich board I point to the sky

My premonition that the end is nigh

Try to be good but what’s the use

Everybody wants a good excuse

Play their game and still you fail

Running hot and off the rails