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
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
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
's hard to swallow and tough to chew make the promise that you will think of better things to do I know what it's like to feel your pain, and I
no, you can't bring us down we don't need you around fuck you!!! why should we care when this is not our cross to bear nation under god and justice
ground troops are chasin the whites of your eyes close all the doors and take a word from the wise deploy in the sand arm personnel and drive like
busted out back in 82' a buncha kids with nothin to do played bass, had a beat up car no plans of takin it far messed around, got a couple of gigs
crucify yourself if you can save your face justify all your wealth and leave that nasty taste seek and ye shall find a world of discontent so sign
now we've seen it all before and there will come a time when we'll see it all again frown upon a distant shore with intent to pulverize and sacrifice
they don't care what you say they don't care what you do they don't care what you think it's killing me and killing you fuck this bullshit better do something
I can hear a voice inside it? 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
up the ante and raise some hell I'm on a quest for vengeance and time will tell gotta break the silence and bend the rules it's a paid vacation
above the ash do you see the wrath? can you feel the reign? lie on a bed of nails. paying for your sins. can you take the pain? act of god is what we
imagination can give me wings To fly like does over the streets watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug block missionaries Pass out papers that read: Love God
ki I come prepared off the block, keeping one in the chamber Back from no where here comes the black lone ranger From a rookie to a star, to a certified pro
.P.] See, I know alot, seen alot, don' been thru alot Took alot, never took a shot God forbid, If I took a hot slug for a reason Try to understand my pain
bow bow, ooh, the pain Nobody's equal, keep it lethal, and diesel, to see to the people And reach your cerebral cause that's how we do The pain gets
can give me wings To fly like doves over the streets watchin' many things Kids walkin' home from school on drug blocks Missionaries pass out papers that read, "Love God
