The Reckoning of the Masses Revenge Is a Dish Best Served Cold
Cut to the chase. Shot in the face
Hollow point .45 left for dead somehow survived
Meal ticket all blown to shit
A dead man ain't got nothing to lose
After dark I hunt for you

On the way home I feel my brain exposed
Who wants to see a disgusting freak?
Certainly not me

Wander around the edge of town until the sun goes down
Don’t look now no don’t look now

Rotting entrails, rusty coffee cans and nails
Out in front of a tarpaper shack
With a murder shed round the back

Hear the church bells ring Sunday morning
Pray to god keep me alive
Left for dead somehow survived
Your head, bow down. Your hands reach for the sky
Take one last look at my face because you’re gonna die
You left me for dead but I survived
Eye for an eye for an eye