Cold Slither II - A Wilhelm Scream

Cobra：
Cobra：
Cobra：
Dead weight
Cobra：
Cobra：
Cobra：
The world gets dropped
Left covered in rust
We'll rule it with an iron fist
Behind a drum beat
Again
It's all over you motherf**kers
The moral to story is s**t to a rug
Two fingers up if judgement comes
And one keg stand
For satan
Weak hearted sorry fakers
In times of danger
They just fold up and run
If you are you are
Dead weight
Cobra：
Cobra：
Cobra：
Dead weight
Cobra：
Cobra：
Cobra：
Infection spread like iron to rust
The cure for the disease
Like chain links surround me
Sometimes they are
Weak hearted sorry fakers
In times of danger
They just fold up and run
If you are you are
Dead weight
And we might just show the world
The hopeless anger
In us
Every other day is just more time to kill we want to wake
To find the sound
In aching waves from our hearts
Nevertheless we're just staring at a wall
Manners missed conscience
Where are you now
Left staring at a wall
Before that sound
Forces us to stop drop and run
Hear me now
Or watch the bodies pile
Weak hearted sorry fakers
In times of danger
They just fold up and run
If you are you are
Dead weight
When all the monumentous
Lecherous imitations you pull off
Start wearing off
To show what you are
If you are you are
Dead weight