to kill a woman is to kill the future to pull a cord is to free the butcher we spend our
lives slowly feeding pushers what makes us kill is what makes us rush here's the hourglass we're
bottled in with grains of sand beating everything in i know you're like that I'm like that too we
want our words to be more true to build a wall is to make it last to let the rain in is to wash out
the past so here's the hourglass we're bottled in with grains of sand beating everything in to kill
a man is to kill ther present all else has failed and we're here for backup you can kill us too
we're just killing time untill we do things right
to kill a woman is to kill the future to pull a cord is to free the butcher in you
until we do things right, our way.