Kill Me by The Human Animal Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This is the year of the hunter, hear the gunners in trees
Just something about a battle that’ll numb your knees
We under cover of the moon with the tongues of thieves
While you a number being fed to the war machine
I got a bullet in my head, what I read was venom
So as of now, I ain’t stopping til the president beheaded
Nope, it ain’t Seven, it’s better, this Armageddon
The reason they call us rebels ain’t the way we dress
[Chorus]
They’re trying to kill me, cuz they be making money off of coffins
The industry of freedom and that fee will cost you
They’re trying to kill me, and if they ever succeed
It means I’m only gonna sell a million more copies
[Verse 2]
Focus, living in a mode of attack
Ulterior motives to leave a bar code on your back
We gon’ crash through the crowd, the color, the cobweb
Motherfuckers in your government are getting dropped dead
For the red, white, and blue, I don’t fight for you
You ain’t about the people, we nothing to you
But it’s us you live through so I’ll kiss your pistols
And rip into your history like knives in tissue
[Chorus]
They’re trying to kill me, cuz they be making money off of coffins
The industry of freedom and that fee will cost you
They’re trying to kill me, and if they ever succeed
It means I’m only gonna sell a million more copies
This is the year of the hunter, hear the gunners in trees
Just something about a battle that’ll numb your knees
We under cover of the moon with the tongues of thieves
While you a number being fed to the war machine
I got a bullet in my head, what I read was venom
So as of now, I ain’t stopping til the president beheaded
Nope, it ain’t Seven, it’s better, this Armageddon
The reason they call us rebels ain’t the way we dress
[Chorus]
They’re trying to kill me, cuz they be making money off of coffins
The industry of freedom and that fee will cost you
They’re trying to kill me, and if they ever succeed
It means I’m only gonna sell a million more copies
[Verse 2]
Focus, living in a mode of attack
Ulterior motives to leave a bar code on your back
We gon’ crash through the crowd, the color, the cobweb
Motherfuckers in your government are getting dropped dead
For the red, white, and blue, I don’t fight for you
You ain’t about the people, we nothing to you
But it’s us you live through so I’ll kiss your pistols
And rip into your history like knives in tissue
[Chorus]
They’re trying to kill me, cuz they be making money off of coffins
The industry of freedom and that fee will cost you
They’re trying to kill me, and if they ever succeed
It means I’m only gonna sell a million more copies