Cries of Domination

Big boys don’t try
I call it as I see it, you’re a pest
Sniffed out your lies
Like a bloodhound tracking the smell of death

If you
Dare to run with my money
J’vas t’tuer
J’vas t’tuer

Steel meets glass
Mirage of a deity fades
You’re hemorrhaging mistakes and no one will save you
I see you won’t shoulder the blame
Pacing around the room in vain
Morally bankrupt, rotten to the core
Your head is on the block

If you
Dare to run away with my money
J’vas t’tuer
J’vas t’tuer

From king to bottom dog

Frontal lobe numbed by your senselessness
Textbook psychopath standing on mountains of flesh
Frontal lobe numbed by your senselessness
Cries of domination, cries of domination

Big boys don’t try
I call it as I see it, you’re a pest
Sniffed out your lies
Like a bloodhound tracking the smell of death
You’re fucking dead

I’ll drag you in the street if I have to
I don’t care, j’m’en criss
I’ll wake up the whole goddamn neighbourhood

Fuck
You