(Kill, kill.)
Yeah, Krush.
(Kill, kill.)

This is Minister Metalfoot, treat a pedal like an earwig
And cook off by applyin' the same logic to the gearshift.
Bird of prey circles serf homes like I tweaked
When the beak hit the bones.
Leave him alone.

Leaky brake fluid but ghost, the boy whips swift
To cruise for the unusually mutual shoes
In and outta Hot Stepper Lane. Eat fame (fame),
Spit the blinkin' lights back to the lions,
Keep the name, freak the frame
Like it lasts without compromising the mission (uh-huh),
On guard to peak with the gain
The second the second frame twitches,
Which is fine (fine) -- I learned stay alert early,
For the buzzards that burgle the worms
Know nothing of mercy.

Wrote this one in Europe with Walz
While his Ravi's sick at home, it's killin' him.
If you can't identify, peep: see, when you
Kill the shows, then the
Bills unfold, and if the
Bills unfold, the children ain't gotta pick at bones.
Only soldiers' shoulders built to carry weight could troop us.
Shake a room up, scoop the venue phone --
1-800-BROOKLYN-ZOO, is Kenya home?
Man, I mean, it's love when the screams leave your face,
But it's realer when your seed's fever breaks.
Kid, I got you. Family, pull up a chair, I got a (what?)
Little something that I want y'all to hear: there is a (what?)
Much greater piece out there still,
And if I gotta carry it home in my teeth for y'all, I will.

Chorus:
There is a greater love (greater love),
Greater than your paper cuts,
Greater than the labor suckin' souls out of the razor-tongued (razor-tongued).
All eyes on it, cut the edge and pull for it.
Water and hot porridge (hot porridge).
There is a medicine I know and live,
It dissolves and swims between the bones and skin.
When the dry walls might start closin' in,
I mosey out to hold the win. (Kill switch.)
Yeah, yeah. (Kill switch.)
Yeah, yeah. (Kill switch.)

Welcome to Sham City limits, let your insects do the walkin',
Let your indent through the shredder, let your instincts make it awkward.
If giddy in the gauntlet, set the phasers on kill,
'Cause the minions that haunt it ain't offered the same pills.
My chemical-happy squad operates with freedom fighters.
Eye of tiger, pride, prizefight.
Nighter off a Giger napkin scribble to crack riddles,
Fizzle back in after the axe-tip rizzle-grip actually swivels.
And they won't stop askin' (what?) all the wrong questions, (right)
All the right answers for shit you ain't found interestin'.

Hand-pull the plug and, fuck it, make a hundred albums,
Not a one for public consumption, now that's that, good lovin'.
Luggin' fetus feedback isn't what I got down for (nope),
Dancin' on the ceilin' with that lip on the ground floor
Of the building (of the building).
You'd leak anything from document to poison
To stand on your brother's face and holler buoyant.

Float like a butter- (butter-)
-Fly, sting jackals (jackals)
You could never shackle. 'Zooka maggots bring mavericks (bring mavericks).
Sing a song of sick spit blood in sink savage (sink savage).
Illin' children cuttin' paper lilacs in the attic, and I casually shift up.
These crusaders hold a dual saber defense for the cruel-natured weekend drifter.
Please, do not interrupt the placement of the steak upon my kinfolk plate,
Wait.

Chorus


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Kill Switch song meanings
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