The bads news on the rise
Calls out the battle cries
The flaw winds are blowing hard
On my true history I have some cards

There a war inside my head
On the side loses I count the dead
One part you two part plain
Now I hope you have a piece of mine

I make a choice if I can
All other my creeps are out of hand
And the rope is getting up so tight
Don't you for out of sight

The gloves I have in my hands
I got ten dogs after me
I throw them over
And they will let me be

I need a calling just to set me free
But I turn the wrong key
And I gotta open that door
The one I have gone thru many times before