| Song | E.M.T.E.K. |
| Artist | Flotsam & Jetsam |
| Album | When the Storm Comes Down |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Braverman ... | |
| Experiment for the government, | |
| I hear they're paying well | |
| I needed the money, all | |
| I have is my courage to sell | |
| Innoculations for the benefit of all mankind | |
| A human guinea pig, | |
| I've laid my life on the line | |
| I didn't plan on this misery, this drastic change | |
| Organ donor before my death, what a foolish risk | |
| Had suspicions when they hooked the needle to my wrist | |
| Felt the sickness as the fluid gushed beneath my flesh | |
| My peeling skin turns green, at least | |
| I can pay the rent | |
| Masochistic nausea | |
| I can't chase away | |
| Transforming my life is fading away | |
| Blood cells mutating in unnatural ways | |
| Hair is receding, my skin turns to scales | |
| Genetic imbalance of self-induced hell | |
| Distort the tissue to create the strain | |
| Biological warfare is their f*&$#*g game | |
| I've paid the price the naive accessory | |
| Cash mutated, | |
| I am no longer me | |
| From the labs out to the streets the virus strays | |
| Transforming my life is fading away | |
| Blood cells mutating in unnatural ways | |
| Hair is receding, my skin turns to scales | |
| Genetic imbalance from self-induced hell | |
| No immunization, no antidote to sell | |
| Genetic imbalance from self-induced hell |
| zuo ci : Braverman ... | |
| Experiment for the government, | |
| I hear they' re paying well | |
| I needed the money, all | |
| I have is my courage to sell | |
| Innoculations for the benefit of all mankind | |
| A human guinea pig, | |
| I' ve laid my life on the line | |
| I didn' t plan on this misery, this drastic change | |
| Organ donor before my death, what a foolish risk | |
| Had suspicions when they hooked the needle to my wrist | |
| Felt the sickness as the fluid gushed beneath my flesh | |
| My peeling skin turns green, at least | |
| I can pay the rent | |
| Masochistic nausea | |
| I can' t chase away | |
| Transforming my life is fading away | |
| Blood cells mutating in unnatural ways | |
| Hair is receding, my skin turns to scales | |
| Genetic imbalance of selfinduced hell | |
| Distort the tissue to create the strain | |
| Biological warfare is their f g game | |
| I' ve paid the price the naive accessory | |
| Cash mutated, | |
| I am no longer me | |
| From the labs out to the streets the virus strays | |
| Transforming my life is fading away | |
| Blood cells mutating in unnatural ways | |
| Hair is receding, my skin turns to scales | |
| Genetic imbalance from selfinduced hell | |
| No immunization, no antidote to sell | |
| Genetic imbalance from selfinduced hell |
| zuò cí : Braverman ... | |
| Experiment for the government, | |
| I hear they' re paying well | |
| I needed the money, all | |
| I have is my courage to sell | |
| Innoculations for the benefit of all mankind | |
| A human guinea pig, | |
| I' ve laid my life on the line | |
| I didn' t plan on this misery, this drastic change | |
| Organ donor before my death, what a foolish risk | |
| Had suspicions when they hooked the needle to my wrist | |
| Felt the sickness as the fluid gushed beneath my flesh | |
| My peeling skin turns green, at least | |
| I can pay the rent | |
| Masochistic nausea | |
| I can' t chase away | |
| Transforming my life is fading away | |
| Blood cells mutating in unnatural ways | |
| Hair is receding, my skin turns to scales | |
| Genetic imbalance of selfinduced hell | |
| Distort the tissue to create the strain | |
| Biological warfare is their f g game | |
| I' ve paid the price the naive accessory | |
| Cash mutated, | |
| I am no longer me | |
| From the labs out to the streets the virus strays | |
| Transforming my life is fading away | |
| Blood cells mutating in unnatural ways | |
| Hair is receding, my skin turns to scales | |
| Genetic imbalance from selfinduced hell | |
| No immunization, no antidote to sell | |
| Genetic imbalance from selfinduced hell |