And the scum surges up and thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s no one to fucking blame
Game over itâ"š¬â"ž¢s no fun
Got me on the run
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam youâ"š¬â"ž¢re done
Game over itâ"š¬â"ž¢s no fun
Got me on the run
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youâ"š¬â"ž¢re done
All the prostitutes who run around midnight
And the junkies and hypes are all trying to get tight
Theyâ"š¬â"ž¢re all trying to find some fucking hope for sale
But thereâ"š¬â"ž¢s no fucking way outta this hell
Game over itâ"š¬â"ž¢s no fun
Got me on the run
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youâ"š¬â"ž¢re done
Game over itâ"š¬â"ž¢s no fun
Got me on the run
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam, youâ"š¬â"ž¢re done
Allegiance to scum promising nothing to a world that's lost strife and conflict, encounters with the devil, Incarnate destruction and annihilation in the city, Acquaducts of blood, Alleyways extort and uproot the forgotten dead, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses, Polluted and incapacitated crippled masses