Said Nothing, Began Firing - American Me

It’s just another day at the office

Who’s life will hang in the balance?

Could it be a father, mother, daughter?

If it was up to me you would all be dead on the ground face down

This piece of paper has your name on it

Just say your last goodbyes

Should’ve saw it coming… never saw it coming

You act if none of this was to exist in a cold cruel world

Pain is fucking money taxed with your suffering

…Suffer Inside

Every head just another dollar

Every finger just a fucking cent

Your dead, i’m maniacal

You’ll be lucky for an open casket funeral

Your body is traced in chalk but the weather will wear that away

Look you in the eye and said nothing, began firing

This is where you fucking die

Said nothing, Began firing