can a rifle make a sound that isn't somewhat ominous; if true feet will carry you then god forbid explain the rush; in sprinting away from bullets that only tag scandalous; murderers and rapists we can convict with no evidence
follow the sound, follow me down
how can there be any justice with no truth bothered dug up; how can there be any justification for what you've done; you should drop yr badges so you could be a proper lynch mob; then you could be tactless with my body when my soul is gone
my spirit carries the burdens of hopeful, Panama to the Mason-Dixon Line; I will be cursed, I will be damned, for the failures of the "civilized"
please understand that I didn't die so you could achieve a blessing for schemes; do not pray to me, don't resurrect me, unless you're prepared to wipe the slate clean