Shut up if you want to get paid.
What's your option?
Cold corruption or starvation

Buckets for bullet wounds
There are no doctors, only victims, only butchers


Find a place to put your hope in
See how they open up the gates
For those who push them over

The cold composure
I'm not afraid to die tonight, I'm not afraid to


Here's a joke you might not laugh at:
All the poorest work the hardest for the smallest
Do what you got to do

There are no handshakes
Only handguns only earthquakes
Buckets for bullet wounds

There are no churches only prisons only senators

Find a place to put your hope in

See how they open up the gates
For those who push them over
The cold composure

I'm not afraid to die tonight, I'm not afraid to

The wolf that comes to many homes these days

Just had pups in my kitchen
I sold them, and here is the money


Oh yeah
Yeah
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