There's a price on our heads
Remember when we couldn't give it away?
They want to see us dead, but they'll be happy
Just to watch the decay
And I've been reading about our demise
Trying to see myself through your eyes
Well, it's an open casket wake
Enjoy the show
I heard the herd is nervous, that the murdered
Verb disturbed it Anabolic egos can't consider
How their words hit
Translation: no action, just consumer
Satisfaction light a match & watch the rats
Dividing into factions
There will be no more heroes; there will be no
More "death or glory," Just second story men,
Selling second-hand stories