Open Case... Closed Casket

You'll never see it coming They've got a job to do Stupidity or cunning? The same outcome for you Don't matter if you listen "Everybody get on the ground now!" Your life is in their hands Might as well be the real deal Would it have gone so differently? Seems simple enough, so let's ask why They can't see it in front of their own eyes More honour among the thieves Even with the left breath he breathes No one's shot me, so don't ask it Open case... Closed casket Under-trained itchy fingers What else could you expect? The voice in their head whispers One of us wont leave intact No matter what you do ("I can't breath, I can't breath") Your life is in their hands Might as well be the real deal Would it have gone so differently? Seems simple enough, so let's ask why They can't see it in front of their own eyes More honour among the thieves Even with the left breath he breathes No one's shot me, so don't ask it Open case... Closed casket Backs against the wall You only get a chance if you do nothing at all Put your hands in the air Scream to God and hope he listens to your final prayer I don't know what to do (No matter what you do) My life is in your hands (Your life is in our hands) I don't know what you expected from me I can't understand Your life is in our hands We'll watch it slip through the cracks of our fingers Like grains of sand Like grains of sand Might as well be the real deal Would it have gone so differently? Seems simple enough, so let's ask why They can't see it with their own eyes Might as well be the real deal Would it have gone so differently? Seems simple enough, so let's ask why They can't see it in front of their own eyes More honour among the thieves Even with the left breath he breathes No one's shot me, so don't ask it Open case... Closed casket Under-trained itchy fingers What else could you expect?