Smoking Gun from Rebirth by Death of a Poet

We live in a time
Where your class gives you
A license
To kill a man

You think you can get away
With anything you sicken me
Protect and serve has never been
So dead to me

False superiority
Infecting your integrity
Invading your privacy
Your foolishness, my enemy

A bullet hole for every soul
That crossed your path and stood their ground
For those of you who held their tongue
Who stood and watched without a sound

Your time will come
You hateful fucks

Blood fills the streets
Down on your knees

You are not above the laws you enforce
Justice is not served
The world is not your court
You are not the law

You think you can get away
With anything you sicken me
Protect and serve has never been
So dead to me

This violence
Your hypocrisy
The decline of democracy
You make sinners look like saints

A bullet hole for every soul
That crossed your path and stood their ground
For those of you who held their tongue
Who stood and watched without a sound

Your time is up
You hateful fucks

Blood fills the streets
Down on your knees

You are not the fucking law

• Death Metal
• Electronic Metal
• Melodic Metalcore
• Metal
• Metalcore
• Symphonic Metalcore
• Cincinnati