It's just another day at the office Who's life will hang in the balance? Could it be a father,mother,daughter? If it was up to me you would all be dead on the ground face down This piece of paper has your name on it Just say your last goodbyes
Should've saw it coming.... never saw it coming You act if none of this was to exist in a cold cruel world Pain is fucking money taxed with your suffering .....Suffer Inside
Every head just another dollar Every finger just a fucking cent Your dead, i'm maniacal You'll be lucky for an open casket funeral
Your body is traced in chalk but the weather will wear that away Look you in the eye and said nothing, began firing
