Now, one day I started telling everyone
That killing is my business,
And I was hung like a martyr
For looking down the cross my skull beneath the skin
Prophesied last rites/loved to death my friends
Then I started seeing bad omens in my head
Good mourning/black Friday, will I wake up dead?
If I ain't superstitious then this won't mean a thing
But some crazy shit has happened since the conjuring

Not even close...to overdose!

Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins
A knife right through my heart, I am a victory

Came anarchy to set the world afire
Pain of hook in mouth, in my darkest hour
Corruption of the world, peace sells, but nobody's buying
Ignorant religion, holy wars and the dying
Tornado nearly got me by the skin of my teeth
This was my life, forclosure of my dreams
May the past rust in peace in Hangar 18
And countdown to extinction just be a bad dream
Lucretia said...

Had fingers in my eyes, had needles in my veins
A knife right through my heart, I am a victory!...