Written on 09/03/14
They see the lifestyle and think its fun and games
Till the ready finger sets back on a trigger and matches flames
Bullets fly out teeth from the jaws of death
Saliva flints, no life, gunpowder is his breath
You chose to breathe the air of death that falls to the ground as ashes, you listened to the imp on your left
Life’s a pitch, and you’ve outstayed your welcome, another soul is sent off courtesy of the ref
It’s a shame how we’re living
A couple social calls, maybe a few tears and a tatted drop but a cause to change is never given
Instead we’re smitten
To continue this vengeful legacy and at the end of the day hope we get to heaven and all is forgiven
No my friend no ones is chilling in the sky watching over you
They’ve got season tickets to ewood, into the stove to watch black burns rover through
Their skin down to the bone
Organs, tissues and soul
The soul, the soul is tuned on a 1000% reception
And they scream out warn the others about this deadly deception
Of living an ignorant life
Don’t try to cover it up by going under the knife
You’d see the underlying problem if you take time to operate and cut open with the knife
Sense and reasoning slowly creeps back, but the will to not change says ‘ah forget this lets get back to the strife!’
KMT I’m done…
Wealth of SOE 