1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Gotta do a dance. And it goes like this. . Yeah, some little girls got a hold on me. She's only 13 but, oh, so sweet. Got me down on my knees.
[Los Angeles 1996 A state of alert, Willy Williams tries to clean up the streets. Petty crime is all but crushed]. . Police divisions multiplied.. Can they stop the wave of crime?.
I'd like to kill nobody. . Hold me to the light. All this for me. Arms wrapped around me. . Breathe. Out. Gold. Cold. . Hold me to the light. Hold me to the light.
Working so hard to keep myself in. I'm wearing the scars of where I haven't been yet. Working so hard, crawling this far. Clutching the shards of what was torn apart.
There. Somewhere out there is a better day. Somewhere out there has to be. Better than today hopes to be. Anyway. To be a part of anything. Shows me what I've missed.
Criminal justice just for you.. There ain't nothing you can do.. Kick down the door, change the lock.. Don't wanna live in a cardboard box.. . In a cardboard city - It ain't for me..
Invite yourself, feel like a bad case of fleas. Parasitic ploy fills and obvious need. . Set me up cut me down, cash me in spit me out. Thanks for nothing, nothing.
An icy grip creeps over me. A shivering glimpse of what's about to be. Think that's all it's gonna take. Think that's all there is at stake. . It should be getting easier.
find me wherever. I hide myself away. always there beside me. despite my efforts to shake. I must lose this shell. unleash myself. brand new. own me forever.
You fell on me for the last time. Ugly of the worst kind. Imposing like a dark cloud. Reaching out wrong. . Push away, holding me. Crushing me, push away.
I don't know enough about you. To leave myself wide open. And I don't know when I've had enough. To remove myself from you. Try not to think it out. Try not to act it out.
Lifting up from this. Balance under pressure shifts. Feel the gears slip. Feel the gears slip. . Strain, nothing ever lifts. Nothing ever lifts. Drain, nothing ever shifts.
I've felt the tap. On my shoulder. I've turned around. And grown older. I feel it burning. On the horizon. The orange glow. I've never known. Push. I've been left here out in the cold.
Clinging to a hope. Dust that makes me choke. A tiny piece of dirt. Happiness assured. . Can't be too far. Can't be too hard. Traction having slipped.
Just in time to steal what's mine. Uprooting again. Cold and blind, can't feel what's mine. Unpleasant surprise. . Who was I to think that I'd not be here again?.
All grown up. Made your mother proud. Hey look at me. Sitting on my cloud. Weak frightened little boy. Meek the source of so much joy. Think you lie above the rest.
Well no one told me about her. The way she lied. Well no one told me about her. How many people cried. But it's too late to say you're sorry. How could I know, why should I care.
Feel the waking up, feel the breaking loose. Start the engine turning, feel the inside burning, fired. Push it to the red line, push it to the edge. And it starts to unwind, latched on sucker.
Under. It's dark. Right now. Release me. I've come this far. I'd don't need you. Right. I don't miss much. I don't miss you. See right through me. Convince me that I'm wrong.