Breathing Fire

There you stride along the city streets when none expects
 Dragging your fawning mind and toadyish being
 Just like a millstone hung around the slave's neck
 You dared to sell yourself and you pushed me away
 I'm giving up on silence
 'Cause you stepped on the wrong side of the track
 Vengeance smiles upon me and darkens this kind-hearted man
 NO TRACE of clemency will give your messily hands the chance to grip around my neck
 They will never get the best of me, get the best of me, get the BEST OF ME
 They will never get the best of me, get the best of me, get the best OF ME
 You spread your lies among the trusting hearts, the helpless ones
 No doubt this world reveals a better place
 When you'll rot six feet under motherfucker
 You dared to sell yourself and you pushed me away
 I'm giving up on silence
 'Cause You stepped on the wrong side of the track
 We've got UNFINISHED BUSINESS
 Gimme spite or gimme contempt
 I am the rain upon your FIELD OF FIRE
 Just call me out, I don't give a damn
 But take this bitter advice: throw in the towel and don't cross me again
 COWARDS taste the fist...
 COWARDS eat the bricks...