No one can hear you down here
Scream all you want
It won't work
- Help!
Start this fucking riot, yeah!
Miss K8
Radical
I could slit your throat
You are a sick and diseased bag of flesh
And that is how you deserve to die
The blood, the knife, the gun, we strive
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, we rain
The radical, the raw, the goddess, the call
- Help!
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, we rain
The radical, the raw, the goddess, the call
- Help!
The blood, the knife, the gun, we strive
The hurt, the pain, the dirt, we rain
The radical, the raw, the goddess, the call
- Help!
Start this fucking riot, yeah!
Miss K8
Radical