[Intro: Sadistik]

(Ah, the simple life)

Yeah, this is my rifle

There are many like it, but this one is mine



[Verse 1: Sadistik]

I had a heart of gold, I wore it on my sleeve

Vampire bit my arm and then it tore in three

I melted down the pieces and sold them for a fee

And all I got was some boredom from the normalty



[Verse 1: Ceschi]

Born to bleed

Probably never get more than what's been thorn from me

Swarms of bees

Still sting to the rhythm of a Grindcore horrible scream

Morrissey

Taught me never to forget those pretty girls who make graves

But could it be a mistake to ache, I'm Joan of Arc

Burning on a stake this day and age



[Verse 2: Sadistik]

All I ever wanted was to cut open my stomach

Let the butterflies go back home, that's all I know

That's Prozac, notes pass through me

Usually, I don't show that spooky side

I hide a mile high, shine so bright I might go blind

Idle eyes, rifle sights, cycle go through my vital signs

With a title fight, never rival side and silly motherf**ker with a psycho mind

I go on a high note like a Bible line, but I don't lie though

So fire those, nice rifles at my temples, watch me die slow

Watch 'em all agree I'm monster in the pm

And marijuana Tijuana caught up in Tequila

Onomatopoeia when the heart beats off-beat

I don't wanna be another xerox

Copy, watch me, re-animate a zombie

Melancholy's always on my mind, my my mind may defy

My mine own guidelines that I know, they'll probably bite soon

So when High Noon comes, I'll set down my two guns

Tick-tock, quickdraw, instant, these holes are my own flesh

Count to five, bound and tied and blindfolded

They ready, they aim and now I'm so

Dead



[Verse 3: Ceschi]

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, so I pulled mine outta my chest

Hurled off to the deepest, darkest black yonder into a hornets nest

Where they picked apart everything I loved and left the remains for the birds

Broken, aimless, but we're famous, painted, God never could maintain his work

Complex of these poison tounges, life has tested me more than once

Took the best of me, f**ked aggressively, fed me to the wolves for my gods

To a thousand tiny red pixels covering your canvas

Every single syllable I spit is a pivotal piece of me unleashed

Representing my tangled anguish



[Verse 4: Ceschi]

All I ever wanted was to cut open my stomach

And strangle my enemies with the intestines that I pull from it

And I've been a bull running, everytime I seen red the scene fled

Know that my motherf**king team was best

But please believe the week, everything the magazines the teens fed

So when I scream it from the top of my lungs I mean this plead

With the streets that leave my team dead



[Outro]

"Emotionally I have a lot of pain, and I'm stunned that six human beings would stand in front of one human being and fire 46 shots. I just don't understand that. It appeared to be a firing squad dressed in police uniforms."



(f**k the police! f**k the police! Nine to yo dome like, f**k the police!

f**k the police! f**k the police! Nine to yo dome like, f**k the police!)