| Take my hand. Or turn away. bite it, and you'll rue the day. I'll ruin this life, and take another earth shattering shot at that mug, fuck your body. I'll leave it in the mud. I can make it on my own, where I sleep is my home. I can leave and go anywhere, free to kill anyone anywhere. I'll try my rights everywhere. When I slay one with the blade life is known. Because anywhere I rest is home. Under the stars, in the burning sun. Stalked by the law enforcements flood. If you don't like the violent me, then I'll never be content with you or free. I can't let you restrain me alive, you'll have to take my life. Waste me like something you knew you always hated. Take no haste, just do it, if you can, because if you can't. Then you just made your last stand. I'm taking you with me. Now, take my hand, and come this way, I'll show you the new life, for a new day. Lift up the doubt, rip it in half. March through the city, now. Execute them all. Make them hear the war call. Bloody fire fights, hell bent determined killing machines spreading violence in the pressence of christ. Beneath the cross bodies are slayed. Beneath the dust, skulls settle in the sand, forever more. |
