Dad - Ill Will lyrics

What we need isn't systems Or regulating plans But bigger guns to shoot with And a bigger type of man Ill will For good or ill, my iron will Is unrivaled, still evil ill thrill This is the curse to me and my friends Ill will, no patterns, no sense I hate mental exercise Thinking gives me pain I know people don't turn out That way today but here we go again, ohh Ill will, ill will For good or ill, my iron will Is unrivaled, still evil ill thrill This is the curse to me and my friends Ill will, no patterns, no sense