Revenge (NIM VIND)

For me It's cold like the reptile's blood The diamond in rattler eye A vaccine to mystified A cold at your door Damming the signs of end times The hammer waits to fall The streets are cursed and violent Pull weapons from the wall And if your charge is killing me There ain't no cure to call There in in blackened swagger There now a cruel sweetheart Get your gun For me It's cold like a soldier's stride Like hands on a homicide Police at my suicide A cold on the floor Damming signs of end times The anvil waits to fall Threats are marked and imminent Pull weapons from the wall And if your charge is killing me There ain't no cure to call There in in blackened swagger There now a cruel sweetheart Get your gun It's going down for me The madness has energized Continues to mesmerize The masses have organized And take hold the floor Revolution is coming fast Like days of a civil war Your rationed right dissolving Won't matter anymore And if you've come to kill me There ain't no cure to call I will in blackened swagger I will now creul sweetheart Get my gun And get some killing done