Ready, go go go go go go go.
Just let all, become what it's not.
Say the word...
The word is when.
Individuality attacking everyone's confidentiality.
It's everyone's criminality that devours ones duality.
Crashed, burnt out, I will vouch but wont deliver a fancy.
I may be the doushe but your the fucking panzy.
I'll rip off your limbs when the word is said.
Now all I hear now is Ready, go go go.
