Testo: Tarot. For The Glory Of Nothing. Crawlspace.

blood is thicker than water but nothing beats oil
take the torch to the oil and let the blood boil
take a look at the sorry state of this place, what is it coming to
but don't dare look down on me, I've got it in for you
crawlspace, we've gotta stand up
crawlspace, the only thing we've got is just
crawlspace, we could use some help
crawlspace, help doesn't come cheap these days
walk face down through the future warxone
the Russian mob is bringing lead to the bone
there's racist vigilante, he's on his kicking crusade
the Chinese will eat the world unless he gets a switchblade