Come over
Come over
Try me
See what I got

Come over
Come over
Try me see what I got

Yes it time again, time again repeating itself so questionably but not so casually. Count your time because this place isn t what it used to be, not what we were not any more not the place for the time to over look the pain we saw in the end but the pain we saw in the beginning.

Come over
Come over
Try me
See what I got

Try me, fight me, bash the shit out of me but don t break a limb. Don t try and die for the sake that it s the place we fought again and again the place we will continue to fight...break our minds and our time. Shed your feelings to pain and let it rain hate for the late of the night and let the insects work the world we made the place we fed the place we lead.

Come over
Come over
Try me
See what I got

Let the feeling for our 4 fathers fade the time again and again repeating it self yes repeating and giving in to the world s bullshit into the main center of all confession, into the churches; into the light into hell into heaven into the task called life into the hard work into the sacrifice and into the face of our race...the one we fight against. And fight with. Our time. The wrong time. try me my friend and see what I got.