[Intro]
(What is this sludge?)
(Yes it's sludge)
(What happened?)
(Fire! Yahhhh)

[Verse 1]
Bloodlust, killing spree or crusade for the unjust?
How many people drew blades in abundance?
Count the steel that was raised and then judge us
Ain't nobody gonna flinch in a lynch mob since all the numbers gave way to the numbness
More men than coke grains at a—
More men than coke grains at a drug bust

[Pre-Chorus]
Five men on the firing squad
Blank in the head, not a glance for the dead
Hide when all the choir sings off
Find friends and the violence starts
Alignment a buffer between me and the eyes of the suffered
My deaths are environment caused
Empathy divided and lost
Twenty three knives in the— (Huh)

[Hook]
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the—
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the—
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the—
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
[Verse 2]
Had the guilt diluted so the bitterness is faint
Dagger hilts protruding from the victim, linen stained
Internet militias so malicious
Pin the blame on a bitch before they swallowed up by the pit and slip away
Kill dismissed as a misdemeanor
Mist: ammonia mixed with bleach
For minutes missed the odor
Too many n***as here to sniff out all the gas
Snuff out life like thieves snuff out candles
Up the rifle, fucking clutch the handle

[Bridge]
Ready online to amass
Anything’s right with the pack
Twenty three knives in the back

[Hook]
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the—
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the—
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the—
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Tw— (Who killed Caesar?)
[Pre-Chorus]
Five men on the firing squad
Blank in the head, not a glance for the dead
Hide when all the choir sings off
Find friends and the violence starts
Alignment a buffer between me and the eyes of the suffered
My deaths are environment caused
Empathy divided and lost
Twenty three knives in the— (Huh)

[Hook]
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the—
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the—
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the—
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the back
Twenty three knives in the–

[Instrumental Outro]