Whips out like tongues of justice licking salt from our wounds

Night fall, curtain call

Peace lords, in suits, bring bills that are much bigger

Than those belts that hold their hungry wallets in check

You came here; to the place where money melts

With no knowledge of them; now they own you

Eggshells under the words you spit like grains of sand stuck between your broken teeth

Might I suggest warning when your fear is peaking behind the dark charade your play?

You lay here; in the bed where dreams get raped

With no energy left

I'll return you to your precious life, so you can carry on

Forget about the time you've spent and the mistakes you've made

Might I suggest caution here?

Poor boys on wires attached to hands that shake away the life they once had, the lives they now live

War gods pitting young kids against themselves with art and fire

Once warm, from souls that they snuffed and smoked

One god, one knife, one past, one life, two hands, one goal, one mind inches from a lump of coal

You'll be safe here; in the hands of those who know, under my wing

"Another precious act, it's not a question that put you down"

Another selfish act, another prophecy to put me down