We made the monsters
Look at what those monsters made
We were born with fists balled up
Ready for whatever like we already been here
Falling kills you ' Fire singes
Fill that bag up with syringes
And the pills ' and the knives
Wear your gun belts and hide your wives
We got one two many threats on our life
And we can't let anybody punk us, right?
It's a sober night ' with drunk intentions
Filled with missed attempts at mis-direction
'less the rest learn how to bake that bread from dust it's all done
We made the monsters
Look at what those monsters made
We made the boxes ' We made the toys
We made the clocks that make all the noise
We made the sword and we made the gun
But we didn't make us ' now it's time
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