| Another day, no sanctuary | 
| Confronting this reality stings | 
| Everybody dressed in orange but me | 
| It’s hunting season when the bell rings | 
| Flickering stares, don’t know where to go | 
| One foot in front of the other, till we’re on again | 
| Can’t feel my legs as the race begins | 
| Till the gravel meets my skin | 
| «Scared? | 
| Hurt?» | 
| Fuck no like ever | 
| «Cry? | 
| Cry?» | 
| No, like What so ever | 
| Gash, bash, stomp | 
| Paint the sky red for seconds | 
| Let them hang by the tether | 
| While they’re gasping for mother | 
| I hope you bleed out and shiver | 
| (While you’re grasping for cover) | 
| And I punch and you quiver | 
| Your years of turning many against none | 
| These hands are burning up to avenge some | 
| Loser child with a big nose so runny | 
| Chased around by that fat fucking dummy | 
| Little victim with a sad shrieking Story, ha' | 
| Now they cry for me «funny», ha' | 
| Now they got me cornered Imma get them back | 
| Got black eyes turning red and a carte blanche | 
| Got a strong arm and an olive branch | 
| Now it’s bloody | 
| Now it’s rotten | 
| Now it’s all quiet, now I gottem | 
| Sure, pull me away, I did what i had to do | 
| The sum of everything you would’ve done to me to | 
| «Scared? | 
| Hurt?» | 
| — fuck no like ever | 
| I’m done, let them hang by the tether | 
| «Scared? | 
| Hurt?» | 
| Fuck no like ever | 
| «Cry? | 
| Cry?» | 
| No, like What so ever | 
| Gash, bash, stomp | 
| Paint the sky red for seconds | 
| Let them hang by the tether | 
| While they’re gasping for mother | 
| I hope you bleed out and shiver | 
| (While you’re grasping for cover) | 
| And I punch and you quiver | 
| Your years of turning many against none | 
| These hands are burning up to avenge some |