Look across the land. What was green with sand. It's all got out of hand. The sea is full of shit. No-one to admits to it. Just my frame of mind. Toxic fumes are in the air,.
Jacata charts his rise to flame. Bob Hasan hides as his people complain. The forests are burning out of control. The city mourns the death of it all. .
The questions asked. But we ain't go no answers. Pictures taken. But still no chances. In this world. Of hesitation. You still build walls. To split two nations.
Pictures flash, images sold. No sense, no thought, just behold. Star-spangled messiah struts the tube. Makes life easy just for you. Mr. no lips fights the wips.
The circles we move seem so small. Don't be fooled, they slowly grow. Stronger we get, more will be seen. Your weel-to-do ain't so supreme. The cover judged ain't the book in me.
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.
Picture in a roaming mind. Another place, another time. Once took more, just a whine. To make me stop and look behind. False belief and vain hope. I lie to myself and pretend to cope.
Once upon a time I believed I could change the world but I was wrong. Finding solace in the vitriol and the anti-social context for so long. . Cursed to keep gazing backward.
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 book.
we ain't going nowhere. we're not going far. still got to walk. 'cos we're not the stars. passing on, taking life in our stride. same thing everywhere.
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 from the worst ride.
Livin' in a riot torn burnt out part of the city. Ain't got no one around who's gonna show you pity. Livin' in a sewer where only rats dare to roam. Ain't got no one tryin' to make you feel at home.
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.
On the up!. . Did you shout? -- thought I heard. Dig the line, reality works. Two hours before, I end my walk. 1000 yards -- what for? What for?. . On the up -- That intra feeling.
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 the broken ties we socialize.
I'm walking up the street now. To see a friend of mine. 'Cos he's got something for me. Which helps me spend my time. I'm stood outside his house now.
out on your own. times running out. don't you look back. jump when they shout. . no return no coming back. no return no coming back. no return no coming back.
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 in though I know it can't be real.
Bullet in a wounded back. Self protection there's a lack. Scream the pain into the night. The generals play, the soldiers fight. . Nightmare of war. War, war.
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.