Deadhead Syndicate - Septagon

We own the streets — by the force we rule

Wherever we may roam you meet the hand of doom

Law and order have failed, the rules no longer apply

Chaos i king, the system has died

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Don’t cross our way — or this judgement day

Raising hell out the streets, knocking people off their feet

Killing with a stolen gun, it could happen to anyone

To break the law it ain’t enough, must be cruel, must be tough

Look around what do you see?

A blood shedding philosophy

Taking a life or giving birth, shed a tear what is it worth

Society is at our will, getting ready for the kill

You can try to run and hide, find a shelter in the night

Gonna find you anyway break your will and make you pay

Deadhead Syndicate

Godfathers of hell — doing as they please

With power beyond measurement, they’re spreading the disease

Politicians lie as they participate

On the payroll of The Syndicate — the bloody hand of fate

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