| Song | The Fine Art of Holtzing |
| Artist | Great Apes |
| Album | Thread |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| no vendetta on humanity | |
| it's about making memories | |
| choose action over normalcy | |
| push progress bending boundaries | |
| stagnate in redundancy | |
| the worthless goo of complacency | |
| change culled in rivalry | |
| crass wrath evolutionary | |
| species: a fluke in chance | |
| If you ain't thrashin' with passion, why even dance? | |
| brief and bland, life’s a killer | |
| all shock, no flat-lined filler | |
| I want it filthy, raw, and sweaty | |
| with no value placed upon the petty | |
| intelligence in tolerance | |
| the royalty takes the least offense | |
| the status quo captor enemy | |
| the taboo always sets me free | |
| species: a fluke in chance | |
| If you ain't thrashin' with passion, why even dance? | |
| in consequence and raging glory, | |
| anything at all for the sake of story |
| no vendetta on humanity | |
| it' s about making memories | |
| choose action over normalcy | |
| push progress bending boundaries | |
| stagnate in redundancy | |
| the worthless goo of complacency | |
| change culled in rivalry | |
| crass wrath evolutionary | |
| species: a fluke in chance | |
| If you ain' t thrashin' with passion, why even dance? | |
| brief and bland, life' s a killer | |
| all shock, no flatlined filler | |
| I want it filthy, raw, and sweaty | |
| with no value placed upon the petty | |
| intelligence in tolerance | |
| the royalty takes the least offense | |
| the status quo captor enemy | |
| the taboo always sets me free | |
| species: a fluke in chance | |
| If you ain' t thrashin' with passion, why even dance? | |
| in consequence and raging glory, | |
| anything at all for the sake of story |
| no vendetta on humanity | |
| it' s about making memories | |
| choose action over normalcy | |
| push progress bending boundaries | |
| stagnate in redundancy | |
| the worthless goo of complacency | |
| change culled in rivalry | |
| crass wrath evolutionary | |
| species: a fluke in chance | |
| If you ain' t thrashin' with passion, why even dance? | |
| brief and bland, life' s a killer | |
| all shock, no flatlined filler | |
| I want it filthy, raw, and sweaty | |
| with no value placed upon the petty | |
| intelligence in tolerance | |
| the royalty takes the least offense | |
| the status quo captor enemy | |
| the taboo always sets me free | |
| species: a fluke in chance | |
| If you ain' t thrashin' with passion, why even dance? | |
| in consequence and raging glory, | |
| anything at all for the sake of story |