""Roaming with the rats Worth more dead than alive Hiding from a hundred guns Running to survive You wonder when the bullets will finally come Tracking every step I followed you for days Slowly slipped inside your head Can't you place my face? I'm one of the many you left for dead I know the secret that you keep I know the demon deep inside I know the reason you can't sleep I know the past you'd like to hide I know the monster you have made I know the wars you don't regret I know the blood that stains the blade You know I won't let you forget Some would call it justice Some call it cold revenge You can call it what you choose Go ahead pretend Defend your life it's all you've left to lose Remember times were good Remember life was grand Funny how the future Didn't turn out like you had it planned The costs were high Talk was cheap Promises to God that we all knew That you could never keep You knocked me down But now I'm back up on my feet again You'd look right through me If I passed you on the street my friend Here at the end it won't depend on who you know Surprise is on my side Ready aim it's time you go""

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Writer(s): DAVID MEROS, JOHN BOEGEHOLD