Particle Don - Deathmatch | Текст песни

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You and me in a deathmatch.
In the locker room I put on my spandex pants.
Tape my wrists. Tape my fists.
Bet you ain't ever seen nothin' like this.

Will I use a cheese grater?
The scars will remind ya of the match a few years later.
Pool of gore on the gym floor.
Blood flowin' like a raging faucet pour.

More menacing than Brain Damage
and Masada rolled up into one package.
Two hundred light tubes, me and you.
Guaranteed break a bone or two.

More than likely, we'll both bleed in the
first round of the tourney.
You're grabbin' the spot where the glass stabbed in.
You've had it. But we've just started the madness!

Barbed wire trampoline, what a great thing.
Not meant for jumping, just for bumping.
Take a suplex into the mess of barbed wire.
Can't wait for the next match!

How long will it last? You're bleedin' bad.
Got a deep gash that's pourin' fast.
No doctor in the house, on ya own
when ya finally make it to the locker zone.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask. (x3)
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.

...Gotta love all the blood.
Hell of a job for the one that scrubs
up the mess and cleans it up.
Still, we didn't quite bleed enough!

Drop ya ass in a pit of thumbtacks.
Glued to my fists is broken glass.
Stuffed in my boot is a blade for a gash I'll
self inflict. I'm crazy like that!

In this match you will regret
stepping two feet onto the mat.
But the scaffold's where the last bump takes place.
So high, your knees begin to shake.

Circus net of barbed wire strung
across the top rope, you better hope
I throw you nice and evenly.
Either way, you'll be screaming.

When the barbs intrude ya flesh.
Uncomfortable mesh, but it's the best
way to inflict pain. What a shame
I can't do this shit every day!

Climb the scaffold; you're reeling
when ya head hits the ceiling.
See, these things are unforgiving.
Not meant to be done to a human being.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask. (x3)
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.

Suplex from the top of the scaffold.
We both hit flat, we both hit hard.
Possibly internally bleeding.
Reeling. Seething. Cooperating.

Never will ya see action like this on cable.
Even though it's a work,
it's the best sport on the planet.
Every high spot, every single planned hit.

Much of it is improvised.
Sometimes things go wrong. Watch your eyes.
Even in the front row, you'll get hit.
On the ticket it says enter at your own risk.

Can't believe the live violence.
Later on at the diner meet other fans.
Discuss our favorite moments.
Only way to see it is drive a long distance.

Take a nine hour trip, or more.
Yuki flew across the sea floor.
Just to see CZ TOD.
Gotta admit, that inspired me

to see deathmatch live while I can.
Tomorrow ain't guaranteed, man.
One thing, however, I can promise
is that I will never miss

big tournaments. I'll be in attendance.
The cost ain't free, but it's worth it
indeed. Support feds that need
funding on the indies.

Just don't forget, you will get wrecked
with these dangerous gimmicks.
You will fail quick if you let
the opponent play his mind tricks.

When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we enter the Brink of Death
we'll become the kings of the crimson mask.
When we leave I guarantee
we'll be bleeding on everything.
(x2)

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