Staring at the hourglass, my life, it feels like a machine. Running with no direction. Watching time as it draws a perception obscene,. From a resurrection.
Strip away all the access components. Unveil a picture one sought to hide. Personalities are like fiction. The derivative truth but with no substance.
Contest to modern theory. Incapable of any progress. Analyzed, developed. Imitating consciousness. At least what it seems to be. Uniform and unrevieling the machine.
Wake up. As I stumble into a blinding light. Deeper breaths enough to kill the highest highs. Take one good look and I'm at the lowest low again. Down at the bottom, but I'm fine.
Strip away all the access components. Unveil a picture one sought to hide. Personalities are like fiction. The derivative truth but with no substance.
As I sit with eyes heavy omens clear,. Face down in seclusion the evil steer,. What drives the stake within my heart,. This man he fell apart.. Now that the entrance is open wide,.
Reach into the void. Touch the heart of darkness. Reach for the light. Feel the hand of god. . The uncertainty of my existence. Can be decided by choice of a path I must walk.
The snow coming down now. Like December burning up in the summer rays. But I'm not stumbling, like a pretender. Medicine flowing through my veins. . Heavy eyes but a tongue won't stutter.
Lock eyes like we're staring down the barrel of a shotgun. Appear so quickly. Leave as swiftly as you came. Sometimes I wish I had the measure of a wise man.
Murder, drugs, cash, and greed. It touches everyone and everything. Within the walls there's no escaping. the disease. Sidwalks turn to pharmacies. All the pimps and pushers territories.
My angel in anger, keep me drunk with wrath. Hatred, my light upon my chosen path. No concern about the aftermath. No trepidation. The binds are broken, hold me back no more.
Got out of bed about 3 PM thought it was a holiday. Then my boss called just to tell me. I'm late and he's giving my job away. Well I took me a walk to the liquor store.
You put your faith in Christianity. I put mine in artillery. My M-16, my lord and savior. Christ never done me a motherfucking favor. . [Chorus]. Pay for all of those in pain.
Verbal Razors by Exodus. =======================. Every time I see your grinning face. I realize you're a pitiful disgrace. So many finger pointing down at you.
You put your faith in Christianity. I put mine in artillery. My M-16, my lord and savior. Christ never done me a motherfucking favor. . [Chorus]. Pay for all of those in pain.
Here's a new dance craze that's sweeping the nation. It's called the toxic waltz and it's causing devastation. You're jumping up and down like a psycho circus clown.
Exodus - "Thrash Under Pressure". . WE DO WHAT WE WANT 'CAUSE WE FUCKING WANT TO. NEVER GIVE A SHIT WHAT OTHERS SAY TO YOU. THEY TRY TO GIVE ADVICE JUST TO FIND WE'RE COLD AS ICEWORTHLESS.
Forgive and forget. A sign of weakness. No more mouths to feed. Say what you will some hearts bleed. Stay away from me. Now my conscience feels no more.
You know that you never gave me a chance to prove myself. And I never thought that my life was worth your wealth. You never said to me anything encouraging that I could see.
Look at all the freaks!. Lined up head to head. They wait for out arrival. Some are here for the show. Some are here to watch. And some to preach the bible.