Revenge - NIM VIND

For me it’s cold like the reptile’s blood

The diamond in rattler eye

A vaccine to mystified

A cold at your door

Damming the signs of end times

The hammer waits to fall

The streets are cursed and violent

Pull weapons from the wall

And if your charge is killing me

There ain’t no cure to call

There in in blackened swagger

There now a cruel sweetheart

Get your gun

For me it’s cold like a soldier’s stride

Like hands on a homicide

Police at my suicide

A cold on the floor

Damming signs of end times

The anvil waits to fall

Threats are marked and imminent

Pull weapons from the wall

It’s going down for me

The madness has energized

Continues to mesmerize

The masses have organized

And take hold the floor

Revolution is coming fast

Like days of a civil war

Your rationed right dissolving

Won’t matter anymore

And if you’ve come to kill me

There ain’t no cure to call

I will in blackened swagger

I will now creul sweetheart

Get my gun

And get some killing done