I'd like to choose your fight.
I'd like to choose your way.
You are first to crawl outside the lines of a bloody death.
Like a bottle of peppercot.
Let me play with knife in hand.
Or point west afroat.
When you don't enjoy your blood.
Pray.
Pray like Sondheim in his trench.
Pray.
Pray for your life and shoot to every step and die.
Kill by the toe.
Kill by your hands.
Kill everything that you see in your life and your death.
You signed a final contract.
But you're looking to my hands.
Point of the coordination to simulate the perfect life.
You try to please your master.
Like a missing leg for a ball.
You draw your bones and start to walk that other road.
Pray.
Pray like Sondheim in his trench.
Pray.
Pray for your life and shoot to every step and die.
Kill by the toe.
Kill by your hands.
Kill everything that you see in your life and your death.
No counting for the grave.
No glory for the babe.
No dreams to find solution.
No reason
for your rage.
No fear of land.
No burning hands.
No compromise.
No safety for the devil's
pen.
KILLED BY THE DOG!