Machette.

Machette

The machette rises it falls on my arm
said you are a dead runner
unlucky son
you aint got authority
your not where you want to be
one arm
now were gunning for your leg
machette
watch your head
here come the spinning saw
chains break you
you aint got authority
no control at all
door matting
dead runner
your a rodent caught in a trap
a white moth
thats covered in soot
from the tree
your sitting with your statement
hesitating
burning the letters
to forget
youve got no
machette
watch your step
were gunning for your head
head head
into the room
where you can wear stripes
with pride
the pride
sitting on the rocks
just another
dead runner on the run
how many ghosts in the machine
switch off the lights
how many
are switching them on
ghost runner
dead on arrival
doa
statements
with no authority
machette
taken to your arm
just one more
falling on the floor
through the little gap
in your door
two eyes
searching for the fugitive
dont give in
dont give in
to authority
door matting
you can take control
machette
take it to their head
draw the red line
draw the red
head head head
into the sun
we are one
in the red line
machette
stepping with authority
full control
i aint fighting for no goverments false war
we aint figthing for no goverment
machette
slice me
slice me
cut me
cut me in four
hung draw
dirty pariinment
laughing
whilst we bleed all authority
boarding up the doors