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