For me it's cold like the reptile's blood   The diamond in rattler eye   A vaccine to mystified   A cold at your door   Damming the signs of end times   The hammer waits to fall   The streets are cursed and violent   Pull weapons from the wall      And if your charge is killing me   There aint no cure to call   There in in blackened swagger   There now a cruel sweetheart      Get your gun      For me It's cold like a soldier's stride   Like hands on a homicide   Police at my suicide   A cold on the floor   Damming signs of end times   The anvil waits to fall   Threats are marked and imminent   Pull weapons from the wall      It's going down for me   The madness has energized   Continues to mesmerize   The masses have organized   And take hold the floor   Revolution is coming fast   Like days of a civil war   Your rationed right dissolving   Won't matter anymore      And if you've come to kill me   There aint no cure to call   I will in blackened swagger   I will now creul sweetheart      Get my gun   And get some killing done