Papa Roach - Dead Cell Lyrics
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Dead Cell
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What Are The Lyrics For Dead Cell By Papa Roach?
Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social Plug them in and turn them on Process the data, make yourself the bomb What is your target, what is your reason Do you have emotions, is your heart freezin' Seizing this opportunity to speak Ya didn't say nothing' but turn your fuckin' cheek Dead cell, Dead cell Sick in the head, living but dead Hear what I said Learn a lesson from the almighty dread Jah, nutty warrior, nothing's scarier Kids are getting sick like malaria Situation get harrier, throwing up all types of barriers Dead cell, Dead cell Born with no soul, lack of control Cut from the mold of the anti-social Plug them in and turn them on Process the data, make yourself the bomb Stop pointing fingers 'cause we are the guilty Of clean cut lies and truth that's filthy Believe what is the root of the word Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds I don't believe what my eyes behold, no I don't believe what my hears are told, no Seizin' this opportunity to speak I'm saying something Don't turn your fuckin' cheek Dead cell, Dead cell Born with no soul, lack of control Cut from the mold of the anti-social Plug them in and turn them on Process the data, make yourself the bomb |
Who Wrote Dead Cell By Papa Roach?
Jacoby Shaddix, Jerry Horton, Tobin Esperance, David Buckner
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What's The Duration Of The Dead Cell By Papa Roach?The duration of Dead Cell is 3:08 minutes and seconds. |
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