Precision Strike from No Means by No Means

"Precision" means seven lives
Who never did a fucking thing but give their time
Feeding children who will starve and choke
Because the hands that fed them
Went up in a cloud of smoke

"Unintentional"
What a load of shit
You're drunk on holy blood, can't get enough of it
Take the hand, take the hand of the burning man
If you had half his spine
You would end it where you stand

Ah

I know
You're not
Sorry

Crush the weak and innocent under your feet
You lie as if we don't have eyes to see

"Have you had your fill"
The leeches ask
With hungry smiles
They know what you are

Weaponized
Fear and lies

Scattered limbs
Holy sin
The rot within
We watched it happen

Black and white
Precision strikes
Sleepless nights
We'll watch it happen

Watch it

Over
And over
And over
And over
And over
And over
We'll watch it happen

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