"Trial run"
"Trial run"
Five grand just to stay the night
Glowing lenses drink the light
Chips in our arms. Bass in the street.
They want blood; we move our feet.
Church lays cots out, wall to wall
Room for the ones who heard the call
Behind the screens, they count the dead
Down here, we feed our friends instead
Trial run! You hired the gun!
We link up! We move as one!
Count us out? Hear the whole street rock!
You don’t get to write off this block!
Cheap new guns from an unknown source
They tip the scales with lethal force
Too few bodies on their chart
So hired killers play our part
Trial run! You hired the gun!
We link up! We move as one!
Count us out? Hear the whole street rock!
You don’t get to write off this block!
Vans full of masks cross the screen
Arm chips guide the death machine
She built the test. She names the lie.
A hired gun. They watch her die.
Wipe the frame! Fix the score!
Hide the hand that paid for war!
Trial run! You hired the gun!
We link up! We move as one!
Count us out? Hear the whole street rock!
You don’t get to write off this block!
Trial run! (You hired the gun!)
Still here! (We move as one!)
From the towers! (Let the street rock!)
Hands held tight! (We hold this block!)