歌词：Years Spent Cold. Coming Up Roses.

The screwdriver buried to the base of the handle, into your spine
With one quick pull paralysis sets in
Let's see you walk away from this situation

Coming up roses

I feel nothing, you're just another nameless face

The hollow point enters through the base of your skull
As it carves its way through bone and shreds through cartiledge
A blood stained shirt to remind you why I'm in business
A past I can't erase. No remorse, no regrets

I saw the blankness glaze over your eyes
The last thing you'll see is my face
The tables have turned
It's the wrong time and wrong fucking place

Always armed, never outgunned


(Thanks to Micah for these lyrics)