Novus Ordo Seclorum

Blood stained fabric, cotton up in an addict Life so tragic, seem like death is attractive You step up into the minds Of the crime-infested youth ain't no jobs Ain't no stop to this police abuse So we kill, drill, OD popping pills Fantasize a steal when you went Home without a meal Welcome to the grave, no debate 59, 666, the Grey No escape from my fate, bitch I'm ready to die today Fuck the police and judges Fuck the priest and Gods judgin' Fuck the state and the public I wanna see tall skyscrapers crumbling We all meet the shovel Don't have to act humble Distance myself from the huddle Nothing but trouble Find me a nice quiet place in the jungle Keep it lowkey, keep it subtle Only a couple allowed in my bubble Puddle of blood the result of the hustle Cuddle my drugs by the bundle My frontal lobe constantly struggle, uh --- Novus Ordo Seclorum - $uicideBoy$