how is this true just escaning one whose which
everybody knows that lifes a bitch
count the money fill the grill
and ask itself is it what the believe
you are so afraid of dying
you are every mother son
but if you live your life by the gun
prepare to dye by the gun

when they see come people started to way
but whose more afraid its hard to say
just live a man working as a bigman soon
but soon and all laid it they often do
he belives what he would dies planning in new
you are so afraid of dying
you are every mother son
you are so afraid of dying
you are every mother son
but if you live your life by the gun
prepare to dye by the gun
prepare to dye by the gun

How does truth escape the witch's hold?
Each soul knows life's a story told.
Count the coins, feed the hungry flame,
And ask, "Is this the heart's true name?"
You fear the final breath's release,
You are a mother's whispered peace,
But if you live by the blade's sharp gleam,
Prepare to fall, a fading dream.

When shadows gather, fear takes flight,
Who trembles most, obscured in night?
A man toils, a giant in his prime,
But soon, all futures fade with time.
He trusts the cause he'd gladly embrace,
You fear the final breath's release,
You are a mother's whispered peace,
You fear the final breath's release,
You are a mother's whispered peace,
But if you live by the blade's sharp gleam,
Prepare to fall, a fading dream.
Prepare to fall, a fading dream.