Body Bag - S-TOOL

Human species, turned into feces

You’re not ashamed to be a part of this

Lies they linger, pointing fingers

We’re in an avalanche of shit

Playing stars, leaving scars

Nothing to have but all to kill

Taking sides, suicides

Life in a body bag, toes tagged

We are going down

You’re a gift

That keeps on disappointing

Full of shit

You can’t be something you’re not

Run your mouth

Them words be disappearing

With no doubt

You don’t know to spit of swallow

Can’t you hear they laugh at you and point their fingers right at you

Pull the trigger, unleash the rage

Can’t you hear they laugh at you and point their fingers right at you

Pull the trigger, unleash the rage

There’s no hope, necklace of rope

Kick the chair from under your feet

Shoot on sight, it’s black and white

Nothing to have but all to kill

So play stars and leave scars

Don’t be ashamed to be a part of this

Choose your side, suicide?

Life in a body bag, toes tagged

We are going down

You’re a gift

That keeps on disappointing

Full of shit

You can’t be something you’re not

Run your mouth

Them words be disappearing

With no doubt

You don’t know to spit of swallow

Can’t you hear they laugh at you and point their fingers right at you

Pull the trigger, unleash the rage

Can’t you hear they laugh at you and point their fingers right at you

Pull the trigger, unleash your rage

Your rage