When everyday life starts to get you down. And your problems seem to many. When your job is shit and the rent is sue. And you're down to your last penny.
I, I rom through everywhere. I, I've quitted stop taking care. Cause I, I've used up all my strenght. From life I'm gone into this dawn. Trying just to keep on hanging on.
To get away from all my grief and my pain. I know there's only one conclusion. I don't remember how my life used to be. but still I've got the right solution.
Through friends we feel. The sense of life. Through love we seal. The point of life. Through the hate we show our pain. This fire kept inside our brain.
This dream about her eyes makes me cry.... Night after night.... I can't take this much longer. I need her empathy. I need her to be around me.... Hasn't been here for a while now where is she probably she's left for good....
Day after day this weird sensation. Come and make me think in a different way. It's like thinking without thinking. Just letting thoughts flow away. .
Remember when you look at the sky. Seeing the clouds passing by. The sun so bright in your eyes. What a beautiful sight. . Green grass among the earth.
Bodies are fighting in the dark. For a long lost part. Playing a death game. They've got no fear for their veins. . Gloomy faces are falling apart. They've lost their heart.
Infight I see the world. A war of pride. Big business so well known. For sale all human rights. . Hands shake in action. Peaceful intentions. Honest promises.
Thats the way the story goes again and again. Trapped between the judgment hole that never ends. God says that truth can only dignify. Honesty in all its ways in all should guide.
Prime. Prime. Prime. Prime. Prime. . I see the sun turning into shade. I see the spark turning into violent flame. I see the love turning into rage. Givin'me a part of it.
Wake up man don't be afraid. Of the story of your life. See all these things we do. Do you think they're right?!. . Think. There's a time for us to learn.
When I look into people. They're looking into me. How hard I try. I cannot set free. . I close down in myself. That's my protection. But day after day.
Fear, fear's a word that blends. Feelings of a constant change upon a trail. Gold, gold is memory throne. That shines the strength to face the unknown.
Lost in the gutter. a face behind the shame. Just hangs for another. Another hollow day. . Begging hands. Modern man?. Mystified. Social plans. . Unknown undercover.
Dont try to shape yourself. On something youre not. Dont try to break your point of view. There is a right spot. . Dont try to chain your attitude. A reason why.
Everyday I think those same fucking shits. Trying to find out why mankind exists. But everyday the answers are the same. Answers that for me nothing explain.
I'm straight in line. Like a machine. Down numb's parade. Now I have to be... like you. . Strictly deprived. Of will, liberty. I think about all the freedom of choice.
It's Atiya, Richard of Flatbush. Speak up. The word on the street is the Rampage return. . One time, two times, three times, four times. All my real live soldiers throw your hands up.
It's just a matter of attitude. What I'm going to talk about. You may not believe it. But you have the right to doubt. . You think you are a made man.