Go!. . Conflict, terror, hear that noise. You're on the edge of a nerve-racking force. But, oh, my god, here's the fight. Never siege, never riot, must defy. . When you look at me, what do you
Ow!, Ow!. . *Not! Not!. . Yeah. . *Not!. . Now we're Anthrax and we take no *. . And we don't care for writing hits. The sound you hear is what we like. I'll steal your pop-tarts like I st
