Through the Door Lyrics

Here I come breaking in through the cowards door

Try to hide, selling guns want to kill some more

People only matter when they're still in utero

Making money off their little corpse full of holes

Bodies full of lead

You've make millions

I'd rather see you dead

Let's take your head

If you hide I'll come in

Drag you out through your door

Bring the ghosts in your home

Crush your head on your floor

On your floor

Making money off your shiny little death machines

No more homes but the ground still says vacancy

Just giving thoughts to the one's with broken families

Stop playing god we all know you are the enemy

Bodies full of lead

You've made millions

I'd rather see you dead

Lets rip your head

If you hide I'll come in

Drag you out through your door

Bring the ghosts in your home

Crush your head on your floor

On the floor