Text: Static-X. Cult of Static. Isolaytore.

Kill myself, nothing left, I feel this
Slowly I'm put to death
I've seen it all no regrets
Mental regress, chemicals used in excess

Die old, breathing cold
Cries heating, broken lies gets all under
Murder click, murder click
Murder click, murder click, let's begin

Overdrive, let's go
Come alive, let's go
Decimator, isolaytore

Track the coming attack
Break your broken up back
Slow recirculation
Resilient

Take the time to do it
Take the time for tuning
Chew it up, swallow it down
Will you unhinge me?

Kill myself, nothing left, I feel this
Slowly I'm put to death
I've seen it all no regrets
Mental regress, chemicals used in excess

Die old, breathing cold
Cries heating, broken lies, gets all under
Murder click, murder click
Murder click, murder click, let's go

Come alive, let's go
Decimator, isolaytore

Mend the physical bend
Try to smooth the grain out
Grind it 'til it's shallow
Take the sedatives

Make sense out of nothing
One of many talents
Sew it up, put it to rest
To find a balance

Die old, breathing cold
Cries heating, broken lies, gets all under
Murder click, murder click
Murder click, murder click, let's go

Come alive, let's go
Overdrive, let's go

Overdrive, let's go
Come alive, let's go
Decimator, isolaytore