--- The Syndicate --- Puts a bullet in his chest Cold effiecient one of the best Stares from out his bloodshot eyes Walking silent no disguise Listens close to heavy breathing Follows prey its fear is seething Soft sneaker sqeak is all that s heard His victem dead expression absurd Climbs his way on corperate ladder Quickly strikes like the adder He is president no surprise The Ex is now with sightless eyes Turns the corporate to his ways Watching with his heartless gaze Now a market for the black It s the Syndicate and it s back CR S S EdEN