Letra Goggles - Melvins
Of weak intensity of sheer velocity
Silver boy gone but he left his hand
Happy to chain Leave all his things
Get right and heave it
May be taste a few
Disguise dis all of you
Violence try to make me follow
I'm not a dog
But yes I will
Untell my visions clear I'll not filth here
The last thing I need is time to feed