We're playing ghosts in the graveyard
Frozen in eight bars
Now you're hoping to make ours x2

[Mictlan]
I splinter these wood teeth on a silver tongue
Sing hymns to sinners and sit in when the dinner's done
Dirt on the collar
Butcher
Blood on the cuffs
My good foot's in a grave
The other one's a leg up
No lady o' luck
I ain't stuck in her "lap of luxury"
No fast tracks or slow ones either
Detached from suffering
The mask is under me like the past is under me
My own conscience will be the first and last thing to fuck with me
The Boy met the Man and the ways of the World
Ain't it a peach?
Nah, dig deep, it's a pearl
Sold on solitude like my soul is solid gold
We told them soldiers to hold
But never showed 'em a common goal
Don't follow robots in a suit and tie
And don't trust robots on a soapbox with a "SHOOT ME" sign
I see they drew the line
Bang bang
I walk it like Cash and all you do is divide