Paroles de Murphy's Law

One life nearing death finds a way to remain Kept on a digital viewing screen, life sustained State you prime directives, eat your baby food Scum-filled city streets afraid Blow those crooked fucks away Slate clean, memory finds a way to reveal He proves it's not his mind, but his soul that makes him real Here's your prime directive: Justice is revenge Guard down, pump him full of lead, that's some fancy shooting kid Hold it, didn't catch your name Though he'll never be the same, he'll try He'll never run away