discontent Declare all the lines as heaven sent Weeding out the sickness I can feel Tell me all night how it can't be real Spend all night caring only
t understand so they despise Hey troubadour we?re waiting for you Will your words bring redemption for the times? For all the faded reputations The poets, the sinner and their crimes
It's strange all the ways We suffer everything in trade Like the trails we impose to disappear Find I've strayed from the course of least resistance
Bloodshot eyes when I look at my past I never meant to be the last one to see Thatt I'm always falling We're not alone like we sometimes feel I'm falling
Why destroy every sacred sign Breathe smoke swallow tainted water We rise trample the earth with heavy awkward feet And nothing happens fast enough for
Suck up the lies as I'm spitting out the truth inside these tired eyes Silk stalk perpetuates the sterile tide I see outside Milk sober sycophants with
See she stands alone Reliving every word you've said Sign your name so obvious It's further than you know Too proud to let it go It's real sometimes
The wounds are dressed and it?s said and done No other side it?s over Trying breathing Still we suffer all the same We are bleeding Only emptiness remains
I see your eyes and the cause and effect Who takes the blame and the disrespect we Strip away the goals we're forever reaching Another page from a shattered
No light to shine on this one I'm through if I've begun Finished with this life Your words are just a virus to me I'm a past your token sympathy There
Command and repose and perfect posture Set up to segregate afflictions we foster The words fall dead, slip down the side The wounded risen up and taken
Kurt Cobain Listen I'm known for speaking my mind Known for fleeing from the scene of a crime Eyes redder than the beam of my nine Eyes redder than the scene of that crime
- I did the dead-man's dance I did the dead-man's dance Ever since nine I was juvenile Stealing from pa - did petty crime Officer said for me no hope The only
to beef for me in the chow line, snuck up on me Cause I ride for Grey-D, like he's my one and only homie This is organized crime, when you fuck with me
me with some time, only thing I ever murdered was colla drew lines theres a patent in punishment in america's design, arrested and encarcirated for other peoples crimes
niggaz love to act up The first to bomb we rob niggaz I can be, lost in my own mind To be the boss only thought's grip on chrome nines Niggaz get tossed
