How could I ever go back Back to the life Where I lived amongst the dead Who have forgotten how to feel And become slaves to memory And wishful thinking But your love has set me free As you awaken every star That has been sleeping In the constellation of

Deadly as the viper Peering from its coil The poison there is coming to the boil Ticking like a time bomb The fuse is running short on the verge of snapping if it's caught And all the pressure that's been building up For all the years it bore the load

Load up your six-shot baby Put it to my head Pull the trigger, blank I'd figured Put it to me, dead Lay your guns down let me die (scars) I walk this road alone Lay down your guns Cut me from ear to ear Eye for an eye

Breaking my back Pulse is stuttering Mental attack My thoughts clattering Leading this dead horse Is exhausting I'm breaking to see

Break it, smash it, burn it to the ground These times are volatile There's no room left for you Dead, imploded Volatile, volatile, volatile, volatile, volatile This world is fucking volatile Dead and bloated Fuck the world, come

Yesterday is dead and gone Shaking the cage Heed our war cry Let there be no doubt This is reckoning day Rattling the chains We want out We are standing in the flames Reaching for the sky

You better get up out the way, Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today, And no, I don't give a Fuck what you think and say, Cause we are gonna rock This whole place anyway. Mother fucking time to ride,

Just to show them to your bitches, bitches So you can make 'em jealous You stay taking pictures, pictures Now I know where your head is Just so you can make 'em jealous So now I gotta dead this Man you stay taking those pictures, pictures Pretty soon

As they thank the Lord the blind can't see Like a plague fed to the brain deadly disease I'd run away tonight with my mind still intact You gotta make it alright And we're at it again, I turn around another fucking war, man I don't know where to begin,

Bitch, you gon' die, hoe They be actin' for a fuckin' bitch I'm 'bout to shoot this bitch Out of the way kids Bitch, I smoked crack, now I count fucking racks Back to the smack, lickin' the powder bags Back on my bullshit, white bands, scoof it Three in