Murder The Sons Of Bitches

That doesn’t work levers pulled for pulling levers while grown adults stand &
Applaud stronger measures home security is taken on faith as larger apparatus
Slowly slides in to place!!! No bells toll when lights dim in prison halls
No tears slip when solemn state duty calls just you wait until you get in the
Way murder the sons of bitches make them pay for their victims pain this may
Not always work but by god they’ll never do that again & the flesh still works
Up until the switch is thrown but the state lives on long after its cells are
Gone just you wait this is how it starts