There's a price on our heads.
Remember when we couldn't give it away?
They want to see us dead, but they'll be happy
just to watch the decay.
And I've been reading about our demise.
Trying to see myself through your eyes.
Well, it's an open casket wake.
Enjoy the show.
I heard the herd is nervous, that the murdered
verb disturbed it. Anabolic egos can't consider
how their words hit.
Translation: no action, just consumer
satisfaction. light a match & watch the rats
dividing into factions.
There will be no more heroes; there will be no
more "death or glory," Just second story men,
selling second-hand stories.
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There's a price on our heads.
Remember when we couldn't give it away?
They want to see us dead, but they'll be happy
just to watch the decay.
And I've been reading about our demise.
Trying to see myself through your eyes.
Well, it's an open casket wake.
Enjoy the show.
I heard the herd is nervous, that the murdered
verb disturbed it. Anabolic egos can't consider
how their words hit.
Translation: no action, just consumer
satisfaction. light a match & watch the rats
dividing into factions.
There will be no more heroes; there will be no
more "death or glory," Just second story men,
selling second-hand stories.
Remember when we couldn't give it away?
They want to see us dead, but they'll be happy
just to watch the decay.
And I've been reading about our demise.
Trying to see myself through your eyes.
Well, it's an open casket wake.
Enjoy the show.
I heard the herd is nervous, that the murdered
verb disturbed it. Anabolic egos can't consider
how their words hit.
Translation: no action, just consumer
satisfaction. light a match & watch the rats
dividing into factions.
There will be no more heroes; there will be no
more "death or glory," Just second story men,
selling second-hand stories.