trying to shed my skin I crawl back through the womb again the pieces shattered I'm falling further from the truth pay no attention to the man above
hold me underneath the water rinse me till I'm clean stretch my skin and scratch the surface I promise I won't bleed I never wanted to be born into this
see the world with jaded eyes the shallow structures of our crime the stone falls from your hand you slip under the sand try to understand conscience
Shot Down Shot Down Far gone you walk along a long road Stole from a dream, the story you told Preachers on the TV preachin 'bout the enemy Only show
chasing writing on the wall bullet-proof and ten feet tall staining minds with every breath mocking every chance you get I stand up to you and I see
a darker whole concealed within the folds of a truth revealed a blank passage unread chapter in my book of memories It crawls though the space behind
in a darkened room sun burned a hole in your eyes afraid to leave the tomb afraid to look at the sky you will be waking soon come on and open your eyes
shoved in to this box you've put me in kept locked down, if trapped I suffocate livid in this world you've created searching for a doorway out of this
bury the needle to puncture my eye healing the wound as a nation divides sacrificed virtue to compensate pride symptoms are buried behind all the lies
drifting away, feeling the puddles of consciousness drain knowing the way, transient shadows of being remain feeling betrayed, fearing the whole will
: En el Bosque de los Numeros el pequeno y pudiente sacristan rueda por el desquicie acelerado de algo distante a la verdad. Avisa a su piano piano del
: It was acceptable in the 80s It was acceptable at the time It was acceptable in the 80s It was acceptable at the time I've got love for you If
: Cut - why? Ass fucked Out your throat Opened up my wrists And cut your tongue You smothered fast To deaden the scream Your neck cracked Fuck Suckers
: [Intro] I love niggas! I love niggas! Cause niggas are me! And I should only love that 'presents me I love to see niggas go through changes (Whoooo
: (Razor's edge) (Razors) There's fighting on the left And marching on the right Don't look up in the sky You're gonna die of fright Here comes the
: The traveller is always leaving town He never has the time to turn around And if the road he's taken isn't leading anywhere He seems to be completely
: If you want to drive a big limousine I'll buy the longest one you've ever seen I'll buy you tall, tall trees On all the waters and the seas I'm a
: It hasn?t always been this way I remember brighter days Before the dark ones came Stole my mind Wrapped my soul in chains Now I live among the dead