Judgement Day
Jack Chatfield, Jacob Hull, Sid Ryan
Judgement 'round here can travel too quick
I've seen it myself, there's a plague on our streets
Hunting like a wolf pack at seven to one
They've met the fucking lion that stands alone
This is the judgement day
Lock 'em up, throw 'em in and bury the key
You can't turn a blind eye 'cause it's worse than it seems
This ain't no story made up by the news
Tomorrow's headline could be named after you
And now you've met your maker and it is me