Count To Nothing

this is a dead end - empty your pockets
the barricades of have-nots
slash the tires and cut through to the bullshit
can you afford to hide it?

count to nothing

destruction's inevitable, abandon the shit
start to walk the plank
sharpen the knife to cut through the bullshit
the meek won't inherit shit
not a god damn thing

this is a dead end - pop out the glass eye
the roadblock of have it all's
chained to this wreckage - chained but not fooled
plowing seeds of change to the worse