you say you don't love menbut i don't really care about youncause i'm a gun turret bad boy babynrunnin' high on the fumesnnit's like a chip of destructionnmakes me cry out for morenall the friends that i know of and the boys in the crewnoh oh oh ooh we're all the same in the corenncan you feel it, insidenwe deliver, to ya mindnnwe're a needle in your eyenit's our way of lifenstikk a needle in your eyenni feel something growingnit's on the tip of my tonguenand i feel how it's coming nowni have to scream out my lungsnnthe poizon runnin' within usna never ending diseasenn' the fusion that binds us got a hold of me oh oh oh oohnfrom this i can't brake free