Sol Convictus

This is how
I take me out tonight
Don’t need a bullet
I got my head
Inject my mind
Into reality
Subsume life
Through these lungs
I breathe in the sights
Understand
Of course not
Limp wrested
Ignorant pigs again
We’re all niggers
So pop that 12 gauge
Me it won’t touch
I’m God’s Glock
I’m the only one he trusts
Back it up
Did I say that
God is my Glock!
Now that’d be more like it
I’m trouble
Everywhere that I go
Treat me with caution
For tonight I live
And I’m taking you all
With me

© 2006, Mosquitobyte