The Massacre

A plan in effect under a watchful eye, follow their mark under the devil’s sun
Struggle for control, regain sole power, in the morning light the set up unfolds
North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds
Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall
By four, the massacre, gunned down, over seventy rounds
Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core
One alive, clinging to life, left for dead, fourteen wounds
On the floor, the seven now lie with blood, shell casing and corpses
North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds
Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall
By four, the massacre, gunned down, over seventy rounds
Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core
The aftermath divides city lines, beginning the end of ones power
Public outrage, demanding the truth, the Massacre of St. Valentine
North side, a gathering, secrecy, a meeting of the minds
Seven stand, judgement at hand, infiltrate, forced to face the wall
Bloodstained, Valentine, shotgun, all cut to the core