Knuckle Dust

Complacency

That is what you embody

Cash in on the weaker ones

Exploiting their agony

Segmentation to avoid responsibility

You've grown too big to run

And I've got a bigger gun

I've carved out your initials in every shell in the mag

I'm sick of fantasizing of all the times I failed to act

Sheep on the way to slaughter telling me to relax

But I'm over being trampled in the line for some scraps

I said

Is it a sin to kill a sinner I wonder

My heart is getting cold I got the heater in summer

You're not as big as you think

Cut you down like some lumber

When you wake up in the flames give the my number

Complacency

That is what you embody

Cash in on the weaker ones

Exploiting their agony

Segmentation to avoid responsibility

You've grown too big to run

And I have got a bigger gun

With no original thoughts

You get away with too much

The steel is cold on your skin

Because it's time to wake up

You've been relieved of your post

Collect your gold and your guts

You gotta learn that pushing boundaries gets us wild as fuck

I don't mind being left in the snow

Got used to the cold

My heart might have froze

But my trigger finger warm

They got used to always having

Say it's a birthright yea they will

Things that they don't earn

Are the things that get them killed

You think you know me

You think you won

You rest so easy

Knuckle dust

You think you know me

You think you won

You rest so easy

Knuckle dust

Complacency

That is what you embody

Cash in on the weaker ones

Exploiting their agony

Segmentation to avoid responsibility

You've grown too big to run