Original lyrics
ENStand on both feet, hold my own,
No gun, no way to make a mark,
Impressed, obsessed with people dying,
No choice for you, good deaths a blessing,
Open wide and take your poison,
Count your blessings, before you lose them,
I might be mad about the way things are turning out,
You might be dead, theres one way out
Its not up, you better think twice.
