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Outlaws
written by Genocide Reaper11:02 PM 10/16/04| Going down the road a mans got a joint in his hand, looking down a endless highway, on his way up so he can fly away. Man's friend rideing shotgun, holding a nine, drinking on his bottle of budlight. What do you say when you meet the Outlaws on their way? What do you do when its your town they are driving through? Pulling up to a gas station, small black and white tv telling the teller look out, men on the loose, one escaped the strangleing noose known as the system. See's the two men coming in the store, joint mans tattoo on his wrist says S.I.N Second man walks to the back, he gets himself another twelve pack of budlight. They just leave, teller sits still, without a care, doesn't mind the two men being theives, the world has already come to an end. Anarchist ont he prowl, check out the prey they follow, stalking the killing fiends, playing the roles of anti-rapist, anti-murders. Outlaws with a cause. What do you say when they walk your way? What do you do when they drive away? What do you do when its your store they have walked through? When the bank can't tell who's real and fake, when the nightmare is so real you can't wake. Who will die next? And who will try to be the Criminal vex? The suns beating down, causeing the Outlaws brows to sweat, meeting new death, leaving faultered life, killing those who kill for nothing, stealing that which they use. What do you say when they talk about the way you play? What do you do when they put led through you? What do you do when its your life they take? What do you say, when its real, no nightmare, now you can't wake. What is it about these two? What is it that compells us to know? How can you acuse them of witch craft, they just have a star shineing above their battered car. On the road to mexico, two outlaws say their prayers, knowing they will never make it there. Its just useless to try and pursue why they rue the criminals they hunt, they just make their points very blunt. Hail to the Kings of Killing criminals, Fall down and praise their Inexorable action called agression. |
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