I can handle both hands
I can meet this worlds demands
On the street I beat my brand
Into the beef on unschythed scum
Under my rank there are but none
Of truth to follow and to come
The ruthless run of my handgun
Does not linder my scythed rage
If you do seek better days
Take a tour into my place
Feel the fire melt your soul
And engulf your knotted bow
Then maybe you will find
That the days you left behind
Are much better than the new
So a return to your deus do |