Man has a thought
About using the gun he bought
Gotta make a plan
Before he goes down in quicksand
The only end in sight
Is for him to say, Goodnight
Prayer is no use
Now the demon’s loose
Everyone reminds him
Of why he’s too damn slim
But that’s not his only hunger
Gone are the days of being a whoremonger
Unable to flash those pearly whites
It’s like he’s lost all his rights
So tired of getting knocked down
Even has no love for the woman in the wedding gown
Only way to be proud of himself
Is to take every bullet from the shelf
Now here’s the feeling of respect
Heads, faces, don’t forget the neck
Life ain’t fair
When everything’s taken with your hair
Do your best and slack a little
Never has a Man felt so brittle
Time heals no one
In the Final Hour
Like angry video-game fun
Get the rush, Feel the power