Armani Death Machine - Discontinued

Do you feel, what I know?
Small percentages will hear me although
I don't conform
To your happiness
My sickness is how I progress

Frustration, with your ignorance
The pretty sounds of fakeness, oh how you obsess
No regret, deflection of the masses
Sarcasms, things that I fathom
My pattern untattered what's the matter
Your bitch ain't heard shit like this before?
Open the door (you just open the door)
Open the door (you just open the door)
Open the door (you just open the door)
Open the door (you just open the door)

Reputable psycho
You can't dismiss
Your weak style
On my list
Hungry for this shit forever
Your soul will be my endeavor
Hungry for this shit forever
Your soul will be my endeavor
I see your face, crumbling before me
There's no one race, you'll fall before me
I challenge the case, you won't ignore me
Your such a waste
I see your face, swallow the waste
Cut through the haste you just bore me
Now I proceed this is my breed
There's such a need
Won't you come join me

Discontinued
Discontinued
Discontinued
I discontinue you
You will be but that's not the way to be

Not finished yet, injection of the masses
True spasms, things that I've rattled
Spattered off with intent to distress
Nevertheless this is my true test
This is my true test
This is my true test
This is my true test!

I discontinue you
Any way I fell
I discontinue you
Any way I fell
I discontinue you
I discontinue you

You are discontinued
You are discontinued
You are discontinued
You are discontinued