So the future is not so bright when everything looks so dim Then he tought about who he loves But thought more about who loves him Too much pain
I can hear a voice inside itas telling me to try to hold on I tried to give it up but then you put me back to where I belong now faced with a bitter rival
Man I feel like shit today I gotta make it all go away Take your bullshit outta my face Before I wreck this whole damn place So leave my home and me alone
Once there was a promise A promise made to me That if I keep working hard Built a future with my hands My dream would come to be Was punctual, met
falling apart at the seams but rolling as fast as we can we're searching for some in betweens and answers from only a man who promised to help us
So, are you sick of me yet? Well I'm sick of you too. Been flappin them pork chop lips for days, so what's up with you? Always so quick to judge but last
War and pain fall down like rain Time to kill - thousands I will Morbid thoughts enter my brain Goals to reach - trenches to fill The world will be
it's the crime of the centry and millions are killed the cupboards are empty and pockets are filled a vicous intention to cut like a knife in light
25 bucks and a bottle of wine I crawl into a hole for a couple of days The pressures on but I feel fine This God sure works in mysterious ways Heart
Now, this is the end. You cannot mistake this is it, it's over my friend. Like they say, "it's been real". Your questions, like me just get old, and that
i hated while i waited for the cold, hard and bitter facts cut down in the midst of the prime of his life with the swing of a mobile axe - and no one
Man went on a mission To save the day He started a militia Called crime does pay Everywhere he went The crowds would gather 'round As he posted propaganda
new box of toys Every mothers dream An innocent child to hold Untarnished by humanity bright naive yet bold School came he tearned the meaning of joy, pain
Eyes on fire, burning flames, seas of blood. Skies of soot, acid rain, toxic mud. Tortured souls in body bags, scents of death. Melted limbs, blood on
Let me tell you a story that you'll never forget bout' making something outta nothing try to show some respect I made it to the top of the Empire State
Forced into black - and this is all we know Acquired taste to kill ourselves For demon seeds to grow Accept the fact - we're not the same No right or
I cried a thousand times for those who lost their lives up in NYC Friends underneath remains from such a dirty game Looks like world war 3 Picking up
puppet of a sult and tie chump When anybody wants something from me That's where I'll be - Face down in the dumps Mercilessly seeking pleasure in my pain
