pitE
In, a caged and dusty yard
Chains, rattling bones apart
Raised, them rough, he raised them mean
Pitbulls, guarding a ruthless scene
Taught, to fight, to tear and maim
Feel, no fear, and feel no shame
In, their minds a screw was loose
For the pain he dealt, it didn't ring through
If you play with fire, and lick the flame
The hands that feed, will get the blame
A heart so cold, a fate so grim
Those beasts he bred, they turned on him
(The bloody cost, paid neatly in, bite size instalments)
If you play with fire, and lick the flame
The hands that feed, will get the blame
A heart so cold, a fate so grim
Those beasts he bred, they turned on him
(The bloody cost, costs)
If you play with fire, and lick the flame
The hands that feed, will get the blame
A heart so cold, a fate so grim
Those beasts he bred, they turned on him
(The bloody cost, paid neatly in, bite size instalments)
If you play with fire, and lick the flame
The hands that feed, will get the blame
A heart so cold, a fate so grim
Those beasts he bred, they turned on him
(The bloody cost, costs)
Knuckle duster, toothless grin
Bet, their lives in wrathful sin
Fed, their rage, and starved their souls
Monsterizing takes its toll
Chance, finally came at last
Chains, he forged were broken fast
Master, now becomes the prey
And the pack he trained, they made him pay
Chains, rattling bones apart
Raised, them rough, he raised them mean
Pitbulls, guarding a ruthless scene
Taught, to fight, to tear and maim
Feel, no fear, and feel no shame
In, their minds a screw was loose
For the pain he dealt, it didn't ring through
If you play with fire, and lick the flame
The hands that feed, will get the blame
A heart so cold, a fate so grim
Those beasts he bred, they turned on him
(The bloody cost, paid neatly in, bite size instalments)
If you play with fire, and lick the flame
The hands that feed, will get the blame
A heart so cold, a fate so grim
Those beasts he bred, they turned on him
(The bloody cost, costs)
If you play with fire, and lick the flame
The hands that feed, will get the blame
A heart so cold, a fate so grim
Those beasts he bred, they turned on him
(The bloody cost, paid neatly in, bite size instalments)
If you play with fire, and lick the flame
The hands that feed, will get the blame
A heart so cold, a fate so grim
Those beasts he bred, they turned on him
(The bloody cost, costs)
Knuckle duster, toothless grin
Bet, their lives in wrathful sin
Fed, their rage, and starved their souls
Monsterizing takes its toll
Chance, finally came at last
Chains, he forged were broken fast
Master, now becomes the prey
And the pack he trained, they made him pay
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