Justify My Game

The man he plans and the gods who damn

But listen to my friend:

If you have never finished your deeds

And seen them to the end

No chance or accident that

At last you're sitting on the

Edge of a gully

Senseless rebel

Who's mad at everybody

The man he plans and the gods who damn

In among this riotesse

A cut throat from razord edges

Isn't more ain't violence

Abstract who gives a fuck

Bacause I don't justify my game take it

Shelter won't make you make it

You're dead... beware...

The man he pland and the gods who damn

Contingency's violence

All action a person made as

Something else than riotesse

Master serving the slave revolution

Anarchy raving chaos

Nothing can save you from loss

You're gone... beware...