White Zombie - Demonspeed Lyrics
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Demonspeed
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What Are The Lyrics For Demonspeed By White Zombie?
Raw deal institution
Wreck that I call myself City slam penetration Play it like a fool Need born invention Puts the war in your face Payback time execution Demon speed crackdown Compute the kill Black market war Damnation sings Brain waves roar Escape the pain In a pit of power Deep sixer sleep Like a devil flower Raw deal institution Wreck that I call myself City slam penetration Play it like a fool Need born invention Puts the war in your face Payback time execution Demon speed crackdown Give the world Blood symphony How low is your False sympathy Justice claws A death horizon Freak-zone flesh Maggot man rising I am your satisfaction I am your memory I am your suffocation I am your sanity Demon speed too fast for you Cry in the night So lonely Obsession The only Money talks You listen Hungry game Submission Demon speed too fast for you Innocent The big time Avenging My mind Generate A smooth gain Live in fear With no pain Demon speed too fast for you Fade away in the silence Speed racer baby is Lost in love I see a blood sucker soul Come on baby push to shove Squeeze a drop of mercy Place yourself outside of life I see a blood sucker soul Come on baby push to shove |
Who Wrote Demonspeed By White Zombie?
Rob Zombie, Scott Humphrey
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What's The Duration Of The Demonspeed By White Zombie?The duration of Demonspeed is 5:20 minutes and seconds. |
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