Album: La Petite Mort Or A Conversation With God (2016)

War Time

Violence, violence, violence

Know that its old men for council young men for war

Its the motherfuckin' boogeyman
Push your hands together, pray to whoever
Bullets with no name cut through the air at night
If there's no masks on our faces then we came for your life

Tell God bring the suffering I can take whatever he sends
My bones are stone there are no nerves in my skin
I was built for war I'm the beginning and the end
I am the Alpha and Omega close your eyes and count to ten...

Its wartime

This is the best day of our lives this could be the day that we die
This is the best day of our lives this could be the day that we die

Violence
Took my family
Took my life from me
Took my everything

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Hands up
Don't shoot
We drop the window then we loot
What did you think we would do
I threw my body on the bomb on the truth
This ain't the time or the place
We don't speak where were from we put guns in your face
I'm not your partner or friend
If they move they don't see their families again
If I take your life I promise you I won't lose sleep at nite
I'm only living to fight
Fuck what is right
I came to die

Its wartime