Seems like these days the whole world's on fire Things keep blowing the hell up And while all those rubber neckers and lucky louies stand and slackjaw
-Krayzie- YEAA Better back up off me/ nigga never no softY/ boy I'll stop your heartbeat While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to
I'm taking all you down with me Explosive duct taped to my spine, nothing's gonna change my mind I won't listen to anyone's last words There's nothin'
Once you had this promise On the tip of your tongue But it went without saying It went on too long All the straws you clutched at Have burst into flames
You know what I say to your hot pants? Say what? Say get on down, ah ha ha I'm in shippin', if you're receivin' 'Cause what I see I ain't believin' The
i've got my back against the wall. i've got my feet planted firmly in this... i break the surface to breath again for the first time. chill november air
I see the cadence Random but altogether clear This scorn was never mine Though it's all that I hold dear Futile charity, holy promises I dream it all
Let the light be less annoying Don't expose me like this I won't lose my way again As long as it's dark enough to see Welcome blindness, transparency
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Eyes are bleeding Scolding heat Succumbing to the wish Not to feel anything at all Rolling waves of nausea Seeping through my mind Darkest abyss of conscience
[Wound:] Inching closer Corrupting my ambition, Saw your wretched incarnation [Scorn:] Growing colder Retire my frustration, Turning fire into stone [
Cold eyes of fire talk to me Stillborn desire in the air I breathe In our wanton spirits I read Closure, nauseating rites A face and heart I heed Unprecedented
You can't tell me how to be, you can't tell me What I should see when I'm sleepin', I'm still believin' Stripped of all identity, I try to sleep, I grit
High on hopes, down on my luck I've struck out, I don't give a fuck The channel keeps changin' But it's always turnin' back to you What are we gonna
This is the dawning of the age of who knows best And with each passing day I feel like I know less They say somewhere in the world there's political unrest
throwing rocks at the house next door you better make sure you got bullet proof doors more time to get your closets clean the skeleton police are on the
i'm going crazy i'm lying on my back there's an army of idiots out on the attack uniformed and armed with shotguns full of shit you better run or else