Nine Digits

Hatred burning, eyes bleeding red
Always lying, saving their own skins
People dying, slaps on the wrist
Steeped in blood, in over your head

Constant fear, overwhelming dread
One false move, shot in the head
Time you hung, swung from the trees
These sins will bring you to your knees

Sick sense of justice
Getting away with murder
Like rules don't apply to you

All of the Innocence lost
All this blood you've spilt
Lie in your god damn casket
You fucking filth

No warning, with your hands held high
You're on the ground dead
More fucking bloodshed

No fucking remorse not a single shred
Never held accountable, for all this death

Your pride is sickening and dangerous
Proud boys full of hatred and mistrust
They will shoot you down, no hesitation
Stand your fucking ground, crack the foundation

No warning, with your hands held high
You're on the ground dead
More fucking bloodshed

No fucking remorse not a single shred
Never held accountable, for all this death

Rise up, fight back
A C A B
Don't let them get away with Tyranny

Cut their fucking throats
Smear blood on that thin blue line
Your presence is a joke
You will all bleed in time

Cut their fucking throats
Smear blood on that thin blue line
Your presence is a joke
You will all bleed in time