LYRICS GAME

I've never considered myself a bird of ill omen

But that dog dies tomorrow

He said some things that he shouldn't have said

It reached my ears and now he's on the list of the doomed

The uncertainty was driving me crazy

It was eating me up bit by bit and even stealing my speech

Today that I have everything clear, where, when, and also how

He'll be short on back when I introduce him to the board

What he did isn't done, in fact it doesn't even have a name

I'm going to teach him to respect, I'm going to make him a man

When I have him in my claws, it'll be his lucky day

He'll leave with expenses paid

To meet death

Sometimes I get bitter and sometimes I savor it

When I fantasize that I jab that pharisee in the ribs

With the tip of my rifle, tied hand and foot

After those stabs he'll go on to turn into a seed

Into a seed that no longer sprouts

Not with a flood nor with an irrigating jab

And I'm not even going to bother giving him dirt

So that the coyotes and the vultures can have a banquet

What he did isn't done and he did it anyway

I didn't want to stain my boots and today I'll fill them with mud

Let's see if he can take my claws when they rip out his soul

And like a bird of ill omen

I'll eat him calmly

And they say that every Alpha has its Omega

And today it's my turn to be both judge and party

Divine justice comes because it comes

And what I have in mind is simply art