This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional. Are we dead? How do you feel? Are we rare? They say these bullets hollow, holler if you feel the same Say you need bullets silver, holler if you got change Then these screams make you shiver, holler if you feel the pain Yeah, the motor is stopping insane, must be about to rain again You better be cautious, people in this town die Count all the police, there's even a murder You better be cautious, people in this town die How do you feel? Are we rare? Are we dead? How do you feel? Are we rare? How do you feel? Are we rare? Are we dead? How do you feel? Are we rare? How fast can them dead feet run? The answer is barely, isn't it? Are we dead? Follow the plan, you know all the tricks Fire, escape to the wood Stay low, stay low, stay low When they're screaming out murder, they looking for you They always looking for you Why the *** they always looking for you? Why the *** they always looking for you? And there wasn't nothing left for her to identify Disappeared in a blink of an eyeball Bounce man, bounce man, oh he dead Lost and found man, oh he dead