Its' unbelievable see

Were dead flies in the summer time

They leave us all behind

With duck tape scars on my

You don't like who you are

You don't like where well go

With blood they wash in the money

You don't believe in God

I don't believe in luck

They don't believe in us

But I believe in the enemy

You don't believe in God

I don't believe in luck

They don't believe in us

But I believe in the enemy