Grand Theft Audio - Avarice lyrics

Here's the s**er punch Your mind is out to lunch In everything you do, your poison attitude Takes your breath away Blackens everyday There's nothing left to lose Cos i'm sick of you I'm running through Black streets at night, with nothing ahead of me Thinking of you, beaten black and blue You're waiting to greet me with your avarice Here's the new excuse Your soul has blown a fuse And everywhere you look The libertys you took You stop and look at me, hate the things you see There's nothing left to lose Yeah i'm sick of you I'm running through Black streets at night, with nothing ahead of me Thinking of you, beaten black and blue You're waiting to greet me with your avarice Here's the new excuse