Your days were numbered, the day that you were born. A venomous seed come alive, filled with malice and scorn. Like a lit match to gasoline you took to ignorance well. You languished and you burned in your man made hell.
Your days were numbered, the day that you stepped out. Slithering like a snake your venom spewing out. Every wicked game to exist, you had to known it all, mastering your treachery while others took the fall.
Your days were numbered, the day you chose to lie, preaching to millions to get a piece of the pie. You’d do anything to get your hands on the crown, I spit in your eye and I will see you drown.
Your days were numbrered, when you tried to steal from me. You played the martyr oh so well looking for sympathy. Trapped in your confines with a target upon your back, your house now on fire, your foundation beginning to crack.
Dead man walking! Dead man walking! Dead man walking! Dead man walking!
Your days are numbered, now that you’re found out, your lame ass in a panic, you’ve got no more clout. Exposed for what you are, I see you a star to sweat, the pendulum swings in your direction, your judgement is set.
Dead man walking! Dead man walking! Dead man walking! Dead man walking!