October 2009
Bled of all you had to lose I can feel your fear and weakness I see my own in the mirrors of your eyes Carved into a corner hopeless There's death ahead and doom behind There's a bad storm blowing in
Chopping lines in international sand Feeding blood junkie habits of the elephant man Quench his thirst with Black Water rising Executive outcomes on a burning horizon Yeah motherfucker, let's take a
Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward. Whoever cannot take care of himself without that law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant, "If I Live,