Maxl Testo

Testo Maxl

Does is smell like death in here yet?
Set up shop we've got some money to make
Come on that that handshake felt like an atom bomb
And all the church choirs
Sang for all the downtown saints with open arms
They're waiting for the golden faith
Lay your fear in the hands of the righteous
Sign your name on the dotted line
Sleep tight on the bed of diamonds
And you know the dreams can't stop
Alone lays this massive beast
Out shining out shaking in the sun
And they're building something different down there
Something terrible and something clean
They're building something down there
And we talk about the widows
When we know we're all to blame
And they wouldn't dream to stop feeding the beast