Themselves Follow

Ain't nothing more deadly
than the cold kill gut cut
throat's cause ahead of me
Readily we go brave stepper
to the gallows where bills hang
The thrill rang dry into a skeleton plan
Where it lay, stay to die like a whale on land
This ain't the millionaire tears of an old man metal band
This is a hurt earth birthed work class
killer with many a heart in his hand
And I'll be damned if I"ll let the froze skate on me
So we smite the take with the FREE,
Could it be
Share is the new steal,
Cold the new feel...
Life's work meet the dead end job
But I refuse to take my broke without tel
My choke without yell
I'm speaking
Cobra to ox
lion to lamb
sky to the rocks
glass to the sand
I ain't no creature of number
I'm a hunter of slumber
By gun of by pen
we will put felt
below the pelts of men...