Chekhov's Gun - Prey for Nothing

From the start to the end of this road

Stand aside petrified from this fraud

All these lies cold as ice sacrificed

Filicide

You will break on the stake one more take,

Set the stage tear a page untamed rage,

Move in stealth hold their breath drowned in bath

Dreams of death

One by one we all fall in despair and suffering

None of us have such a cross to bear upon the screen

Devil dance on the chance to find life

Plead the fifth spitting filth provoke strife

On the air wild affair no one cared

Eat your young

Set all your stories straight for the judge

Misconception of hate tense and grudge

Foul deeds plant the seeds pleading kids

Flooded lungs

You will burn on the altar for your pointless parade

For the sins of our fathers made our teeth set on edge

An unnatural selection — let loose the wolves

Chekhov’s gun, locked & loaded, is the purest of proofs

Innocent children lured by their parents, like prey taking bait

And justice is coming, as always, a little too late

You will burn on the altar for your pointless parade

For the sins of our fathers made our teeth set on edge

An unnatural selection — let loose the wolves

Chekhov’s gun, locked & loaded, is the purest of proofs