Look in the mirror, and see what
you've become
You know i'll never
succumb to the ways that you
portray
Paint your face on
everyday
Hold the phone, the
worst is yet to come
This is what
you really need to know
Look
who you could not mislead
Look
who you could not decieve
You
always try to pursue
Things in
life that have given up on
you
Open up your mind
So,
the death of the last crow
Is the
death of all you
know
(CHANT)
FIRE AT
WILL
WE'VE GOT BLOOD TO SPILL
AS
THE SUN GOES DOWN
WE SET IN ON
THE KILL
Hold the phone, the
worst is yet to come
This is what
you really need to know