Album: Picket Fence Cartel (2009)

Cold And Calculated

A life you built exploiting the dreams of innocents
Preying on the wide-eyed fantasies of those with the purest intent
As parasites, they always need a host
How many lives have you bled?
Your crooked gain will always find a leech's ending

There is a reason you cannot sleep
You found the wages you've sown in greed
There is no solace in what you seek

You found that although you have gained it all you had to sacrifice your prize

After all was said and done you lost your pet

Rest, it eludes you as spirits fill your head
Longing for the days when ghosts you used won't follow you into your bed
So now it's cost the apple of your eyes
You'll never see her again
Why can't you see that she is not your property when

How many lives have you bled?

After all was said and done, you lost your pet

Your prize