Frail words collapse,
Danger, their plans are in motion,
A expression of that public oppression
That they grew tired of,
That bullets in motion
An exploitation of,
that public opinion
that they love to corrupt
Who are you to keep talking that shit,
like you've been here before with your standards split
Stranded. Flatline. Worcester Hardcore in your fucking face
This is Controlled Violence motherfuckers...
You don't know shit, you never did
Still believe what you heard, you never questioned it
All you ever had was a false sense of perception,
Through blurry eyes with clouded visions