Killing Game
You think you know until you don't know anything
Another joke shot right down in the grave
Unfortunate existence, unjust of reality
I watched the fire engulf the law of man
The heavens burn, all hell is heard
This is the story of broken men with empty souls
Faltered, no hope
Just broken men with worthless homes
Faltered, no soul
Lay to waste, you're all the same
Keep preaching on how your shit don't stink
Here today and gone tomorrow
Let's see how far you run this time
Call out the sheep then thin the heard
Better weigh all your options first
Talk shit get hit, don't be a little bitch
Now everybody screams when the clown that cries
Turns the frown upside down
All I ask for respect and trust
Respect is given, trust is received
When these are broken, we have nothing
No blood, no family, nothing, just a target on your back
And dinner with the devil
I'll show you hatred, I'll show you pain
I'll show you everything you did to me
No asking questions just disbelief
You know who you are this is a killing game
You think you know until you don't know anything
Another joke shot right down in the grave
Unfortunate existence, unjust of reality
I watched the fire engulf the law of man
The heavens burn, all hell is heard
This is the story of broken men dead in the dirt
Another joke shot right down in the grave
Unfortunate existence, unjust of reality
I watched the fire engulf the law of man
The heavens burn, all hell is heard
This is the story of broken men with empty souls
Faltered, no hope
Just broken men with worthless homes
Faltered, no soul
Lay to waste, you're all the same
Keep preaching on how your shit don't stink
Here today and gone tomorrow
Let's see how far you run this time
Call out the sheep then thin the heard
Better weigh all your options first
Talk shit get hit, don't be a little bitch
Now everybody screams when the clown that cries
Turns the frown upside down
All I ask for respect and trust
Respect is given, trust is received
When these are broken, we have nothing
No blood, no family, nothing, just a target on your back
And dinner with the devil
I'll show you hatred, I'll show you pain
I'll show you everything you did to me
No asking questions just disbelief
You know who you are this is a killing game
You think you know until you don't know anything
Another joke shot right down in the grave
Unfortunate existence, unjust of reality
I watched the fire engulf the law of man
The heavens burn, all hell is heard
This is the story of broken men dead in the dirt
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Writer(s): Clinton Hardy, Jake La Roche
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