Fight hard, creature’s approaching
to pick out the chosen, wipe out the few
Shake off, the breath of the breathless
the needle is poking, promises left untrue

Beat off, the shields are down
take cover and lurch low, down on the ground
Stay hare, provisions in mind
reality present, fantasy to find

NO BULLSHIT

Searching for the kismet in my life
It’s time, I’ve the right to gain
Searching for the kismet in my life
It’s time, I’ve the right to pain

Case for the broke and the broken
So rich its defined and no payment is due
Weak law is left unspoken
If lost I’ll break, I’ve got nothing left to lose

Strip down, confess your sins
Leave it to me I’ll fill it in
Cleanse your soul, make room for more
Somebody’s knocking, I’ll open the door

NO BULLSHIT