Clear vision in what you say
Is you lost yourself in the deadlock
In which you were raised
Recognition of a hand that fed
Mouths that bled, Biting back today

Clear vision of a boast and brag
Cuts me off and leaves me dead on the way
Keeping busy by causing skies to dark with flies
But think of all that you praised

Give it right back and get back to your promises
Give it right back and get back to your promises
Or damn us all to hell
Crush us all
Still lost in the brag

This season youll raise your gun and knock out one
Frame the head at your place
Sick sleazy and weighs a ton, now youre undone
Stuck up to your waste
Look over the hills you dwell
You look like hell in the window holding you face
Cars engine is cold and sad
Youre driving bad
Talking into,

Get out of my way
Heres to the roust
Glass over morning
Till you see that just like the old days, who owns the town
Smile spills forth as youre brewing.