It Comes In Threes - Man Must Die

Your life isn’t yours, it belongs to me now

Every inconsistency looked at through a microscope, no hope

No way of being human

The chance that you might fuck up keeps the media drooling

Out for blood

It comes in threes

And they’re dropping off like flies

Is this the end or the new beginning?

Set you up to tear you down

Vultures come without a sound

Driven by demons

Global domination

You’re a big shot celebrity

You got the money the fame

The model wife

Don’t want for anything

Except privacy

There’s a bounty on your head

And nothing will take it off

Just a matter of time till someone takes a shot

Then you’re dead!

You’re meat for the beast!