forced to the wall, the record skips and this satellite sense is detecting you run for cover a nightmare, a vision, a quota, a reason you take shots, my back's turned, you're gutless you think you're saving face but first things first this is a matter of egos and how every single shot you take is taken in weakness and vain place your bets, it's a matter of context you said it, you mean it, you want it, you've got it i've been waiting far too long for this. you take shots, my back's turned you're gutless and you've got no spine at all i've been waiting take your shot, and be on your way spill fiction when my back is turned when you've got an easy target build strength, and your heart is gone you tell my back that you're more courageous we've got our souls held in this dark hotel room you're taking chances for the worst and the worst is yet to come place your bets it's a matter of you said it, you mean it, you want it, you've got it i've been waiting far too long for this you take shots, my back's turned you're gutless and you've got no spine at all i've been waiting show a little backbone in this hole we've dug, you're never crawling out alive you won't make it too far, you won't get too far in this home we've made, you're never welcome again you won't make it too far place your bets son, pay your ransom place your bets son, pay your ransom you don't know what it is to regret