Destruction

And they throw back shots
Of Victory Gin
Still deep within
Their hidden den
Sick sick men
Are at it again
With brand new toys of destruction

And they're all playing god
But not very well
This pain for profit
Is still paying for the bill
So they don't wanna stop it
Yeah you can tell
I think they call this destruction

They set the hang man loose
Now he's ripping through the sky
Once he gives the order
No one questions why
They burned all the fuel
Now someones gotta die
I think they call this destruction
Yeah I think they call this destruction

They said it was collateral
But whys it feel like murder
When they set the reaper free

And they said it was collateral
But whys it feel like murder
When it cuts people down

And you know what they say
About the wicked
Shit I haven't rested in weeks
We slept down by the picket
But they ran us off the streets
Everybody's got some misfit
Yeah I think it's in our genes
But the city can't miss it
When it's breaking at the seams



Credits
Writer(s): Gabe Rizzo
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