gun at the parade
profitable after its paved
just cover up the blood stains
in the name of great business
you've ruined us
streets cut like knives
sever our history
something we believed in
and you're good decisions arent so good
for everyone, but at least you'll get your pay
and trust us you will pay
i hope they get what they need
because our veins are the ones that are cut
and now they're covered up by their sleeves
place us in our cold caskets
just like you're planting a seed
we will grow and you know revenge keeps
as you sew, so shall you reep
all that profit
you seize the day and salivate
at the thought of it
one way or another this will end
you always found comfort in emptiness