Cut And Run - Live From London, Pallas

Cold city, runs hot with pain

Knives slash your jugular vein

Cut and Run

There is no escape from the gun

Tongues lie a noose around your neck

«grass stains» seal your fate

Cut and Run

There is no escape from the gun

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Run from the gun

Flee for your life

Search, search and terminate

We have read your mind

You are an enemy of the state

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

Run from the gun

Flee for your life

Assassin: «John Doe»

«I have reason to believe you are an enemy of the State

So, by virtue of the powers vested in me by the State

I am hereby obliged to terminate your existance»