Sirens

I heard the sirens going off The bombs dropping around The wailing sounded like cries for help Better start firing before you’re dead Stand back You’re giving me a heart attack The crimson on your hands Isn’t yours It's mine Have some fun Digging in the dirt I thought it would end But it only got more and more insane So that’s how it happened I never thought there was a reason To give a shit about what you thought Cause you never gave me the satisfaction In return You won't last a bit Those eyes you have Can’t see past the lies That surround you You little pig You better dig Any last words