CYNE - Chapter III: The Rat Race lyrics
[CYNE - Chapter III: The Rat Race lyrics]
(Teeth)
Gotta get it together, running out of time
Still no kill on another man's dime
Risking my life
Ways the instrument's a knife
Got my teeth of a
Beast illuminating the night
Call and calm is the sound of a bomb
When the smoke clears see an angel of arms
Death in the name like drugs in the vein
Going straight to the heart
I depart from the game
Electron teeth that radiate heat
Don't lose sleep, night light when I creep
On the target, no never an
Murder on the track, Killmore is an artist
Spit drip photons, density matrix
So be the battery, we can by hatred
Laser, just a hitman, no savior
Gotta do work, no money, no favors teeth
This is where we are
Oh well, nobody's perfect
Gotta get it together, running out of time
Still no kill on another man's dime
Risking my life
Ways the instrument's a knife
Got my teeth of a
Beast illuminating the night
Call and calm is the sound of a bomb
When the smoke clears see an angel of arms
Death in the name like drugs in the vein
Going straight to the heart
I depart from the game
Electron teeth that radiate heat
Don't lose sleep, night light when I creep
On the target, no never an
Murder on the track, Killmore is an artist
Spit drip photons, density matrix
So be the battery, we can by hatred
Laser, just a hitman, no savior
Gotta do work, no money, no favors teeth
This is where we are
Oh well, nobody's perfect