They're starting to open up the sky, they're starting to reach down through. It feels like we're living in that split second of a car crash. And time
I let you put it in my mouth I let it get under my skin I let you put it in my veins I let you take me from within They tell us what we can and cannot
Some say it was a warning Some say it was a sign I was standing right there When it came down from the sky They were expecting us We felt it from inside
Breathe us in slowly, slowly breathe a sin
Gunfire in the street Where we used to meet Echoes that are beat When the bass goes "bomb" Right over my head Step over the dead Remember what you said
Down on your knees, you'll be left behind Down on your knees, This is the beginning You'll be left behind. Watch what you think, they can read your mind
I should have listened to her So hard to keep control We kept on eating but Our bloated belly's still not full She gave us all she had but We went and
you and i, we may look the same but we are very far apart there's bullet holes where my compassion used to be and there is violence in my heart into
Right now a big decision Violence as polished steel This is something different Don't know how big this feels No time for asking questions No time for
well it's happening never planned on this you've got something I need kind of dangerous and I'm losing control I'm not used to this what you want from
watch the sun, as it crawls across a final time and it feels like, like it was a friend. it is watching us, and the world we set on fire do you wonder
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waste You don't wanna get left behind cause it's all coming down right now How hard is it to see Put your faith in me 'Cause you wouldn't want to be nailed
I pushed the button and elected him to office and a He pushed the button and he dropped the bomb You pushed the button and could watch in on the television
I tried to stick myself through try to get to the other side I had to patch up the cracks and the holes that i had to hide For a little bit of time even
There are things that I said I would never do There are fears that I can not believe have come true For my soul is too sick and too little and too late
I pick things up, I am a collector And things, well things, they tend to accumulate I have this net, it drags behind me It picks up feelings for me to