Alba s touto skladbou:
In Defense Of The Genre,
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false christ, I've been dreaming on
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false christ, God damn you
She'll never let me down again
So I'll go out and get crunk with my friends
My own brand of medicine
Defecate on the lawns of the barbies and kens
She made me want to take the blade to my skin
And tear out the machine she installed from within
I'll blow her love away
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false christ, I've been dreaming on
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false christ, God damn you
Out of my mind, out of my brain
Have at thee empty god, I've been leaning on
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee apathy, I'm free
So many females to undress
We roll in as a pack we will roam and regress
So many standards to suppress
Do any drug that they recommend or suggest
She was my own false diety
Seduced by a priest she was out to destroy me
I'll drink her love away
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false christ, I've been dreaming on
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false christ, God damn you
Out of my mind, outta my brain
Have at thee empty god, I've been leaning on
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee apathy, I'm free
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false christ, I've been dreaming on
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false christ, God damn you
Out of my mind, out of my brain
Have at thee empty god, I've been leaning on
She drives me insane, drives me insane
Have at thee false christ, God damn you
Have at thee apathy I'm free!
