Born with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and turn them on
Process the data, make yourself the bomb
What is your target, what is your reason
Do you have emotions, is your heart freezin'
Seizing this opportunity to speak
Ya didn't say nothing' but turn your fuckin' cheekDead cell, Dead cellSick in the head, living but dead
Hear what I said
Learn a lesson from the almighty dread
Jah, nutty warrior, nothing's scarier
Kids are getting sick like malaria
Situation get harrier, throwing up all types of barriersDead cell, Dead cellBorn with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and turn them on
Process the data, make yourself the bombStop pointing fingers 'cause we are the guilty
Of clean cut lies and truth that's filthyBelieve what is the root of the word
Out comes lie when it's cut into thirds
I don't believe what my eyes behold, no
I don't believe what my hears are told, no
Seizin' this opportunity to speak
I'm saying something
Don't turn your fuckin' cheekDead cell, Dead cellBorn with no soul, lack of control
Cut from the mold of the anti-social
Plug them in and turn them on
Process the data, make yourself the bomb
Songwriters
TOBIN ESPERANCE, JERRY HORTON JR, JACOBY SHADDIX, DAVE BUCKNERPublished by
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