Tonight when lights are out, in these fraternal towns, we ride.
(We do love our routines)
Bare, barbed-wire teeth, pale faces stalking in the moonlight.
(He keeps the devil in the dark, devil in the dark)
Living atop.
Haves and the have-nots.
I spread, I shed, this ism of domination.
Do you think me a traitor?
I'm not the strongest man,
but I adapt like a motherfucker.
When I bled on a tape, and you, you called it a hobby.
(We do love our routines)
Death comes with a smile, and a handshake in a lobby.
(He keeps the devil in the dark, but it only takes a spark)
Living atop.
Now I breath fire,
in your general direction.
How does it feel?
How's it feel to be overcome?