victory

now, one day i started telling everyone that killing is my business
and i was hung like a martyr
for looking down the cross my skull beneath the skin
prophesized last rites, loved to death my friends
then i started seeing bad omens in my head
good morning black friday will i wake up dead?
if i aint superstitious then this won't mean a thing
but some crazy shit has happened since the conjuring

had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins
a knife right through my heart, i am a victory

came anarchy to set the world afire
pain of hook in mouth, in my darkest hour
corruption of the world peace sells... but nobody's buying
ignorant religion holy wars and the dying, yeah
tornado nearly got me by the skin of my teeth
this was my life, foreclosure of my dreams
may the past rust in peace in hangar 18
and countdown to extinction just be a bad dream
lucretia said...