Force the Pace - Withering Surface

You’re stripped, vulgar — your pulse points none

Useless talent — deprecate us from your talent

Take your broken pride, exhaust your basic quote

You lying thief, you’re stripped to the bone

Morality by all means, a favour to us all

So heal, and show us how

Out of shape, out of mind and out of time

Morality by all means, a favour to us all

Go reach your purity

Take off all your clothes.

I’d like to see who you really are.

Again.

Force The Pace.

Ignore the speed limits.

I know you hate who I become.

So do I, sweetheart.

Don’t write home about it You’re stripped, vulgar — your pulse points none

Draining your pathetic body for energy

Out of shape, out of mind and out of time

Draining your body for energy

The fluid acid end up being no good