My Nature Of Violence

When you would covet them
I start to feel like I’ve been scorned
It’s apart of me
It’s in my nature that I’ve mourned
Frequent instances where you have taken from thy flesh
Frequent witnesses who’ve seen us struggle and descend

They pulled their knives on me
And I lay hands out with a smile
They would puncture me
What’s left is nothing but my guile

Vultures swarming in
To make their hungry stomachs full
And I welcome thеm
At least they followed what’s been truе

Waiting to just fall asleep
I won’t be the preyed on or the weak
No one fights for you
Violence is our only real mystique
You can’t fall asleep
I won’t be the preyed on or the weak
No one fights for you
Violence is our only real mystique
You can’t fall asleep
I won’t be the preyed on or the weak
No one fights for you
Violence is our only real mystique