Bassline has no point of view Impatient; waiting for the statement Faith don't come so easily This proves nothing, only bursting bubbles Legs open: eyes crossed, pressing on the nerve We all like that, we all like that. All of them go such evil eyes Cased in armour; 20, 000 body guards Wholly trust the devil I know Drawing circles, Gonna call him up now Headline, Hotline, Pressing on the nerve We all like that, we all like that. Pumping, crashing, running, hiding Pull tighter, pull tighter, playing on one string Fire is inside, expressed in Molatov Click, crash, no pictures; make mine Kalashnikov Compound Fracture, pressing on the nerve We all like that, we all like that. We all like that, we all like that. We all like that.