Testo Chain-Shot To Have Some Fun

I can see it

I can feel it

I can point it

It's heading straight to the brain
I don't stop it

I don't reject it

I don't shoot it down

what I see

what I have

what I feel



See, now it's so shining in my eyes
See, now it's so shining in your head

When it fills up the land,

so sweet scape we get called chaos

It's knocking you

It's cracking

It's shouting out

Here's my chain-shot



I can laugh out

I can cry out

I can ask my head

stinging, cutting beating smashing cells

But you don't see

but you don't care

I just need to set the seed

to blow and then shoot out



Next warhead could be my hatred

Next warhead could be your sorrow

Bet what your head will squeak out

Choose the next one or you'll be dead



It's knocking you

It's cracking

It's shouting out

Here's my chain-shot

my dear chain-shot



Hate to the one

Bait to the next shot

Sad to the one

Laugh to the next shot

Joy to the one

Craze to the next shot



Pick it and dig it and kick it

Keen kids say, "I got a headache bad!"