Stand on both feet, hold my own, 
No gun, no way to make a mark, 
Impressed, obsessed with people dying, 
No choice for you, good deaths a blessing, 
Open wide and take your poison, 
Count your blessings, before you lose them, 
I might be mad about the way things are turning out, 
You might be dead, theres one way out 
Its not up, you better think twice.