Kill The Peasant

Feeling like a loser lost too many times

Feeling like a loser lost too many times

Feeling like a loser lost too many times

I couldn't talk

Undo the lock

I'm feeling lost too many times

Under the dark

I do my part

I'm feeling lost and left behind

Foolish remarks

I feel the scars

It couldn't cost another dime

Tiny pleasure in the heavens

With this construct in my head

Kill the peasant learn the lesson

With this gun that's in my hand

Adolescents pointing weapons

And we do the devil's dance

Feeling like a loser lost too many times

Feeling like a loser lost too many times

Feeling like a loser lost too many times