Kill the Eyes

From dusk to dawn, drop bombs on a norm life

Handcuffs are gone, no laws and no bored nights

I was not born right, reckless mind

I find my design inside my own kind

I fly high, seatbelts off with no second thought

Never got caught up in if hell is cold or heaven's hot

My own god, kneel down at the mirror

Reflect deep but I'll never drown from the terror

Existence material, gun in hand I pass by

Missed the ethereal, burial be my last rite

Do unto others before they get you, hold the brass high

Golden rule, keep the gold for yourself, be the bad guy