Ry said to step it up and write a song that matched the intensity of our band name so I did
Good Sober.....Better On 40
Weapons of Mass Destruction
Story behind the song
My good old Ibanez electric
Lyrics
Im gonna cut into your mind
Im gonna kill you from the start
Im gonna penetrate your life
Have you running slightly wild
I wont make you
You wont make me
But somehow Im stuck inside your life
I wont make you
You wont make me
But somehow we'll abide
Im gonna work your little mind
Im gonna slowly tear you down
Piece by piece until you break
Your gonna wish it all was fake
Chorus Repeated
Im gonna always make you think
Why doesnt man enjoy to think
Perhaps we hope its all a phase
Perhaps each man is all the same
Chorus Repeated
