T. S. O.

	The chains that hold me down
	Are the one’s I’ll use to wrap around your neck.

	You lie you cheat you steal 
	Now it’s coming around to bite you in the ass.

	Every promise that you made
	Were words you used to deviate from truth.

	Now judgment day’s at hand  (arrived) 
	And you will die a slow painful death.

	YOUR MOTHER

	The chains that hold me down
	Are the one’s I’ll use to wrap around your head.

	You lie you cheat you steal 
	Now it’s coming round to bite you in the ass.

	Every promise that you made
	Were words you used to deviate from truth.

	Now judgment day’s at hand
	And it is time to meet your maker.