A teardrop is rolling
Blood, shootwave and mess
Worms at school's door
They shoot on the fugitive back
Roll the barrel on anyone
Like they're doing a normal thing
One more body on the floor
Children watches everything
They want your head as a trophy
Like a hunger predator
Kill any without mercy
Decaptated head roll
Mass corruption
Cries and pain
Die by the sword
Right into your brain
Defenseless women cry
Mother horrorified
They wont demonstrate sadness
Just blow the gun and laugh
Butcher baby dressed to kill
Grey rat dirty and sick
Suburban folk destroyer
Robber of our think
What the pour learns here
Is the law of the sword
To cut out a cops head
Before they even say a word
Mass corruption
Cries and pain
Die by the sword
Right into your brain
A teardrop is rolling
Blood, shootwave and mess
Worms at school's door
They shoot on fugitive back
You are God of the rich
And devil of the pour
Killing even miserables
For walking on a gold floor
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