Balance of Power - Weekend Nachos

If I were in control, you’d all get in a line and I’d cut off your heads on at

a time

You mother fuckers would cry and then you would die

Climb the mountain, slowly you arrive

You know your own fate

It’s too late to survive because what’s done is done

It’s too late to run

You would finally see what you had done to me

The pain and terror I’ve faced since I was old enough to be

But it would be too late for an apology

I want you all to feel as dead as me.