User - East Wing lyrics

Fighting in the east side Fighting through the night Pouring in the evil And slicing through the night Your going to feel it ya Divide it up 4x This demon it feeds on your mistake Could you help me get my feet? Get out of his way Pease don They Fighting for their lives Pumping out the thermal Dicing up you rights You Divide it up 3x You Feel it now Divide it up This demon it feeds on a worried state Could you help me get my feet? Get out of my place Pease don Daddy drop the deed A lot of things indeed Bombing the few Never get to be A sellout Get the hell out of here A soldier I bid you farewell