I'm a demon yeah I'm an angel with a gun
Not dreaming the enemy already won
Fighting back is just screaming at the sun
Fighting back while they scream at the son
Losing track as sky's turn black we're undone

Losing my head at the chopping block
Tick tock as my head rolls across the clock

I want drip I want drugs I want to burn away in the night
My mind slips ash in my lungs don't know who to fight
Wind down wind me up nothing ever goes right
Crucify the righteous and expect survivors to live righteous
Our leaders the kings of capital know were cattle