We can't breathe with someone's hands around our throats S.M.I.T S.M.I.T We can't see with someone's hands over our eyes S.M.I.T S.M.I.T
He's running fast don't hide, choose your weapon don't be shy He's coming to take your life
That's where you'll be, In the morning after night And you will find there is nothing you can say Don't close your eyes, Don't go upstairs or try to hide Or you will find that it will torture your mind
We all bleed when a knife is tearing through our skin S.M.I.T S.M.I.T We all run when we are chased through the sights of a gun S.M.I.T S.M.I.T