Enforcer - Bury the Knife

Your mind is consciously on fire, you're unable to rip your back handle.
don't worry about us, we're programmed to grow, designed to grow.
Switch blade operation, like hounds at bay.
Nighttime falls upon us, no time for delay.
As nuclear, you will find the might, our bolts of shock are designed just for you.

You run for it. Now you gotta keep in mind, the enemy's not so kind.
You hold the tool, man you're gonna need it.
Time to overrule, I'm the tough manager.
We're expanding wider, in strength and might.
See, feel, taste, zero in your sights.

You hold the tool, man you're gonna need it.
Don't be untrue, You've got to believe it.

You gotta move it up, You gotta pull it down,
You gotta Bury The Knife, twist it around.
You've the power, desire that's right,
You gotta put it in, Bury The Knife.

As a rule of thumb, it's only flesh to flesh and leather and metal down to the bone.
Angels of fortunes, we rule by night, and our backs must never be shown.
You own the tool, man you're gonna need it.
Don't be untrue or you're gonna bleed.

As a rule of thumb approximately 100,00 watts, now slicing you from ear to ear.
Permissible readings in sight, will leave any maniacs for dead.
You own the tool, man you're gonna need it.
Don't be no fool or you're gonna bleed.