Halo breaks
A memory of tongue ties
Bitter taste
Of conversations unwrapped

When we talk about the rules
I want to know
Whether we swear to a law or a gun

Punishment
The sentiment a bomb blast
Cursed in place
To never raise above class

When we talk about the rules
I want to know
Whether they take
With a law or a gun

Oh well, I guess, no wonder the fight in our eyes is fading
Oh well, I guess, that all that's left is to work or die

What remains
The owners ate our profits
Poor as slaves
We must remove their safe nets

When we talk about the rules
I want to know
Whether we take
With a law or a gun

Oh well, I guess, no wonder the light in our eyes is fading
Oh well, I guess, that all that's left is fight or hide

Oh well, I guess no wonder the light in our eyes is fading
Oh well, I guess all that's left is to fight or hide