Tekster: American Me. Heat. Said Nothing, Began Firing.

It's just another day at the office
Who's life will hang in the balance?
Could it be a father,mother,daughter?
If it was up to me you would all be dead on the ground face down
This piece of paper has your name on it
Just say your last goodbyes

Should've saw it coming.... never saw it coming
You act if none of this was to exist in a cold cruel world
Pain is fucking money taxed with your suffering
.....Suffer Inside

Every head just another dollar
Every finger just a fucking cent
Your dead, i'm maniacal
You'll be lucky for an open casket funeral

Your body is traced in chalk but the weather will wear that away
Look you in the eye and said nothing, began firing

This is where you fucking die

Said nothing, Began firing

(Thanks to Tyler for these lyrics)