Insane
Allen West / Donald Tardy
Why don't you decide
You're sentenced left to die
With soul deceptions hole
In narrow mind the malt
Introubled through deceptive times
The mystic dreams has brought my mind to
Insane
With souls incert decent
The corpse is still alive
Evade by your driving sense
Revolvered by the the noise forever hip, hip, hurray
Insane