I found no people killing time, so I found time for killing
people.
I found no rhythm I would rhyme so I rhymed rhythm for the
people.

And if you wait on me, I'll be free one day. (x2)

Contemplating genocide, upstairs waving scared of people.
Afraid the feeling hasn't died, it gets lonely for my people.

And if you wait on me, I'll be free one day. (x4)

People always drifting out of pain.
They cannot hold onto nothing else.
Fingers bleed on the concrete walls leaving only one nail for
someone to see.
Only one nail screaming to be, so many fingers pointing at me.

I found no people killing time, so I found time for killing
people.