Go across my gate
And i will know your name
And i will get my shotgun
And eliminate your vein

Trespass on my land
And you will not know your fate
Until you start to lose your mind
When you start to bleed and fade

My land is wet
With blood of the fallen
Done in by my hand
Start moving, stop stalling

Trespass on wet land
And you will fall as well
And join your fallen comrades
Join them down in hell

For my shotgun is war
And my finger, be politics
Your vanity, vengeance
My mind, corrupt government

This is how the world works
This, humanity at its core
All of us, in vengeance
We are damning ourselves more.