1,000 hungry dog eat dogers
Plus one middle aged worker
And a million more out for your neck
Make way wild fire
Spills like blood
On the door step of establishment
Make way
Wild fire
Your lack of skills
Result in a lack of possibility
And lead to the number stamped on you head
And still my feet walk through your door
Do I want to?
Can I say?
Will you listen?
It's falling down
<font size=1>Thanks to <b>a scar in the sky (rhyno786@hotmail.com)</b> for these lyrics</font>
