Cut And Run کے بول

Cold city, runs hot with pain Knives slash your jugular vein Cut and Run There is no escape from the gun Tongues lie a noose around your neck "grass stains" seal your fate Cut and Run There is no escape from the gun Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Run from the gun Flee for your life Search, search and terminate We have read your mind You are an enemy of the state Nowhere to run Nowhere to hide Run from the gun Flee for your life Assassin: "John Doe" "I have reason to believe you are an enemy of the State, so, by virtue of the powers vested in me by the State, I am hereby obliged to terminate your existance"