| Perfect man I’m watching, your head is in my sights
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| My finger’s on the trigger with a million reasons why
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| Hiding in your palace, life locked in your safe
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| Dollars won’t defend you when I blow all your brains away
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| You’re too decayed to wait for
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| Today you’ll be betrayed by what you pay for
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| You’re shiny, classy, and you’re clean
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| You’re every sniper’s dream
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| When you die, no man will cry
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| Your bank account’s a carcass to a vulture’s eye
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| To you we’re mongrels howling in the halls
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| But carrion feel no conscience when they wipe you from the walls
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| And when you watch the sunset realize you’ve lived your final day
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| You’re too decayed to wait for
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| Today you’ll be betrayed by what you pay for
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| You’re shiny, classy, and you’re clean
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| You’re every sniper’s dream
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| Blind and blighted, black benighted, slither round the floor
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| Famine, plague and war
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| Drones desert you, stripping silver flesh and ever wanting more
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| Be comforted with thoughts that your legacy is gone
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| When the barrel cools you’ll have death to leave your son
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| Sacrifice your fortune to stop your wounds with gold
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| It’s a fool that pays a pension if he’s never getting old
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| You’ll pay, you’re too decayed to wait for
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| Today you’ll be betrayed by what you pay for
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| You’re shiny, classy, and you’re clean
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| You’re every sniper’s dream |