[Music: Contreras, Reisenegger, Lyrics: Reisenegger] Break the silence utopia screams Bring forth the nightmare crush the dreams Terror Death from
[Music: Contreras, Lyrics: Reisenegger] Rejection, deception World of distrust Division, confusion Blinded and lost The blame of ignorance The weight
[Music: Contreras, Lyrics: Reisenegger] Blindfolded isolated from reality Force fed lies truth too black to see
ashes dust to dust Illusion of life lost Devoured by oblivion all you were is gone, nothing remains In the end but a dead soul left behind [chorus]
[Music & Lyrics: Reisenegger] Parts Of a machine modern day slavery Deshumanizing control wasted lives fading Sick Society System Sick Society System
[Music: Contreras, Reisenegger, Lyrics: Cueto, Reisenegger] Bloodshed starts twisting and raging Driven by dirt hidden inside Fear turns to hatred
pain turn realer Times of Armageddeon, murder in mass amounts In this society where only gettin the cash counts I started out as a beginner Entered the criminal
: When thugs cry.. Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my guns to keep If I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to take God as my witness
out and so crazy Don't want to hurt a soul ni**a, so don't make me I got a dream to see my whole team in Lexus Coupes My enemies dead n buried, now the
la la all ya niggas die [several times] Trouble shit Gutter ways my mentality is ghetto We're guerillas in this criminal war, we all rebels Death before
sadder check it no unity in my community everyone for themselfes that's they way it's gotta be dont think twice in this false paradise one step ahead or you'll end up dead
the world expires Nigga's lost and it turned out Ain't got no direction and don't know which way to go Nigga save your soul cause we all gotta struggle
Layzie] We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals [Majesty] Ridin with death [Layzie] We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals My
Cut you up, with my sisters You wanna get us - yeah, the venom spitters Your style's trash: don't litter You got the jitters the hardhitters No quitters your soul
old your growin mold, with a soul thats freezin cold so I confess, but even if I'm all wrong I'll be down with the clown till I'm dead and gone [Chorus
minute, she was practicly dead And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head [Chorus: 2Pac/Makaveli] Young niggaz in the wild life Criminal
monopolizing news Your views And the channel you choose Propaganda Visual cancer The eye In the sky Number five On the dial Secret agenda Frequency antenna Doctor mind bender Remote control Soul