Stick! Gloves! Shirt!

All these hearts gone cold

You’ve got nothing left

Your life has hit a wall

And started to descend

No matter how alive

You think that you might look

In the end you’re fucking dead

And there’s nothing left to lose

Give me the grounds

To call you out

I’ll take my chance

To shut your mouth

And if you talk

I will leave you dazed

with your shirt on your head and my fist in your gut

Wipe the blood

From your fucking face

No second chance

So don’t hesitate

And if you boast

I will leave you dazed

with your shirt on your head and my fist in your gut

Square up now

Any time, any place, any day

Gain Control

I bet you’re proud of yourself, you’re fuckin’ fake

I’ll leave you dazed with your

Shirt on your head

Fist in your gut

Stick, gloves, shirt

Try swallow your pride

With my hand on your neck

Your honour is gone

Your ego is dead

Reflect on your life

And pick up what’s left

You won’t return

Got what you fuckin’ deserve