Trap Them - Pulse Mavens lyrics

Saw him get his d**h march on.... Saw him light the aisles with hidden handjobs Sheltered from the masters' baiting crowns In overzealous crowds In undernourished sounds I know what you want, grey wanderlust You want to walk into each and every room And see a photograph that shreds your chest And makes it hard to see, but makes it worth it to breathe They don't sell it 'round here no more, so put your shoes back on And get your hopes all gone It's all come up wrong It's all come up unbelonged Well, if you want to stay 'til dawn I can tell you where the guns are kept And you can shoot your warning shots And hear the cries of all of those in debt Because you see here, beginner reconstructor, we've planted fruits of labor Wrath that find themselves fully ripened on every pa**ing bloody path And they are free to those who knew the names of crime design and love unkind They are free to those like us.... Those who've been left behind It's all wrong It's all unbelonged And the sadist air raid blares to faces in the tar As we murder the ghosts that held this town Saw the structures fall apart And raise foundations into forget city under exhiitionist regimes Stamp the hands, pull the teeth And k** the ones in need So I'll tell you, runner....I'll tell you You can live the life, you can take your time And you can f** 'til you feel But it won't break the bread they make, they own, they sell, they steal Because as long as they have bones to snap And grind into the welcome wheel They'll take your fix for another meal And they'll send you to the end of the line You can live your days like I've f**ed my nights..... With a d**h march on our minds