Anthrax - W.C.F.Y.A. Lyrics
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W.C.F.Y.A.
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What Are The Lyrics For W.C.F.Y.A. By Anthrax?
The mind can atrophy
Such mediocrity Things aren't what they seem Sometimes And every waking dream Repeating central theme If we don't wake up do we die? And when the best can be Worse than what's usually Found out it's all between The lines Then patience starts to bleed Increasing enmity It's time to let the bullets fly Developed all exposure Revealing no composure The gates are open wide The wrecking ball is here Your chest contains no treasure The prisoners are loose 'Cause We've come for you all Pay the expected fee For the insanity Now the reflection's deeply Lined All systems fail and seize Break down and spill the grease Aggressive tendencies designed Developed all exposure Revealing no composure The gates are open wide The wrecking ball is here Your chest contains no treasure The prisoners are loose 'Cause We've come for you all Solo And every element Will force a consequense It takes a slanted state of mind Then patience starts to bleed Increasing enmity It's time to let the bullets fly Developed all exposure Revealing no composure The gates are open wide The wrecking ball is here Your chest contains no treasure The prisoners are loose 'Cause We've come for you all Your chest contains no treasure The prisoners are loose 'Cause We've come for you all |
Who Wrote W.C.F.Y.A. By Anthrax?
Charlie L. Benante, Frank Joseph Bello, John Robert Bush, Scott Ian Rosenfeld
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What's The Duration Of The W.C.F.Y.A. By Anthrax?The duration of W.C.F.Y.A. is 7:19 minutes and seconds. |
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