Final Days letra

Wild shooters roam the streets
Head shot snipers hide above
Machetes work the houses

Selling final moments of horror
No law left, no retribution
No one to stop the insanity

Civilians turned demons
Inhaling the power of fear like crack
I sit here waiting for the door to be forced

Prepared to execute my own hatred
I have waited my entire life for this moment

Kill The Client - Letras

• As Roaches
• Comatose, Satiated, And Dangerous
• Conflict Within
• Cull The Herd
• Customer Service
• Death Of Reality
• Defend
• Dig Two Graves
• Double Barreled Diplomacy
• Final Days
• Fraudulent Rule
• Glad Hand Grinder
• Hammer The Red Button
• In God You Trust
• Industry Of Fear
• Lying Addict (The Filth From Your Mouth)
• No Justice, No Peace
• No Leaders
• Pandemic
• Pissing In The Sock Drawer
• Postmortem Exoneration
• Pressing The Flesh
• Primetime Dogma
• Programmed / Used / Erased
• Purveyors Of Death
• Questions To a Brick Wall
• Targets In Straightjackets
• The Walking Dead
• Vicious Slaughter
• Worker Ant Syndrome