Force The Pace — Withering Surface

You're stripped, vulgar – your pulse points none Useless talent – deprecate us from your talent Take your broken pride, exhaust your basic quote You lying thief, you're stripped to the bone

Morality by all means, a favour to us all So heal, and show us how

Out of shape, out of mind and out of time

Morality by all means, a favour to us all Go reach your purity

Take off all your clothes. I'd like to see who you really are. Again. Force The Pace. Ignore the speed limits. I know you hate who I become. So do I, sweetheart. Don't write home about it

You're stripped, vulgar – your pulse points none Draining your pathetic body for energy

Out of shape, out of mind and out of time Draining your body for energy The fluid acid end up being no good