I'm ordering a rapture for every business built on fear
They give us violence, and guns to go
So all we see is smoke and mirrors
And this is why we have god and crime
We can't pick a side along the line of fire
So everyday I feel so much older
So much like a soldier
God and crime
We're all holding our hearts in our chest
Wait and see what happens to the rest
I don't want to be on my own
When I'm barely, barely dirt and bone
These hustlers, they say they've always got the right
Isn't it obvious they know they're wrong?
That they are the facade!
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