Red Halls

Say hello injustice, where to, where to go
Metronome keep ticking, tocking, knocking on my soul
Whisper now the bloodshed taint the very minds we own
I’ll be whole the cold so set in stone upon my throne
Three rights make a wrong
Son of a serpent tongue
We always say we are OK
Right before we run
Five bullets in the gun
One chance to make it fun
The wall, my canvas
The bloodshed read «You won!»
Say hello injustice, where to, where to go
Metronome keep ticking, tocking, knocking on my soul
I don’t give two fucks about your skin colour
Or whether you’re praying to Jesus or Allah kabbalah
If you’re playing God and taking souls off sisters and brothers
Raping our women as if we did not come from mothers
I’ll put you under, grab a knife and gun and contradict
I’ll kill you slowly, what you gave is what you’re about to get
I’ll make you wish for hell and I am not no counterfeit
I’m gonna aim my gun at those whose still allow this shit
If he appeal before I cut off his fucking finger tips
You don’t deserve a dick or coffin, throw him in a pit
The evil entities inhabiting the plane we’re in
Start caving in my patience, then we need a change
I’m disgusted, no humans I can fuck with
If your nigga did some fuck shit
Then it’s him you should be done with
If you don’t, then you are one with
If you don’t, you better run with
Fuck prison, we want bloodshed for bloodshed
Say hello injustice, where to, where to go
Metronome keep ticking, tocking, knocking on my soul
Whisper now the bloodshed taint the very minds we own
I’ll be whole