it's a cold world stay in school you want a pop tags I'm banging rags raggs to riches this game is laced with snitches if there was room for all of them there wouldn't be no more ditches we up here in the Pacific Northwest where it is those pine trees blow strapped to the gills what awaits fait may know but without doubt we not going down without a fight hearts gone cold to the core like the Antarctic that holy ghost running threw these veins what awaits puts away all the sorrow the sickness n pain to live is to suffer to push is gain to understand freedom we could once again learn to love the rain ! to not be controlled by the devils lies n deceitful ways its killing the truth beyond all enemy lines it puts chills in my spine my ars clip is full of those hollow tips I'm at these poker tables stacking my chips to fund the war new g just to settle the score for the broken the week those in the cage for those already gone it's the dead who rise first to be judged for their life lived here in the belly of the beast where these demonic powers control these lost souls seeking happiness in self gain in a world so broken in deceived by darkness there is nothing to gain . christ paid the price to find freedom in the truth will have you up in the booth spitting fire praying gods fire would fall on satan's empire