rancid
deep into the night
in the cold
cold blood
throwing up their gun
they got killing on their mind
drunk and in control
better leave it behind
believe what they lie
the dead can't tell truth
for warmth and disorder they're burning our books
toads are silenced
smoke on the ground
dark and the grey waste
they know they've been found
picture yourself perfect
the foes in the pen
wrapped your selection
your senses in sin
come on
sit down
hey