Turf War

Keep pushing my hand is forced Hard lessons at the cost of insecurity The bottom will collapse Instabilities worn like a fucking crown Ruling through fear Footsteps of the true coward Decisions made for the droves Consideration void Self preservation the only destination Your aim is now skewed by backlash Uncovering the burned remains Of the daring souls Sparks ignited by abomination Target on your back Target on your back Tables begin to turn Sharpening their teeth on the stone Forced into this hostility This is the tipping point No retreat, muffled pleas Paying for the corrupt Ill attempt to disrupt Fate set in place Time is ticking Load the chamber cock the hammer back Fickle fingers of fate Now is the time for your reckoning Burning all traces of your menacing Released from the clinch Released from the clinch