Bodybag

Straight cancer
But how can i resist
When piece is peace of mind so I relate to the dead
Straight violence
Handed down to the crib
The closest thing to closure is the bag when it zips

My God
Have you ever craved for flesh
Have you ever cradled the dead
Watching light leave a dying eye
Fills the void inside my chest

Focus
We're not the same
Show me my cradle
Walk me to the grave
My hands are so unclean

Here's to a natural born killer
With a thousand yard stare
Another natural born killer
Dead on the eyes

I'll be just fine ain't no need for ya preach
And aint ya bills just as dirty as me
A dead man will tell no tales
Rend anothers breathing tongue
And they won't speak

Kill or be killed
Were no strangers to this
Walk me to my grave

Here's to a natural born killer
With a 1000 yard stare
Another natural born killer
Dead on the eyes

And I fear
No man
No God
I fear no one

So when time says the word
With his hands around my neck
I swear I'll feel nothing