Executioners Nightmare Song - Lyrics - Rachel Stamp

i'm talking to you the rock you hold in your hand won't be the first and it sure as hell won't be the last i never played by the rules i wasn't born to lose with just one predictable response from you thick *** i'm *** just can't get enough of that public execution how could you sell your soul for silver and gold to talk *** on the racks but it's hard to dance with the beast on your back what's that sound i swear i've heard it before oh yeah it's just the rattling bones of death at my door