with you It feels I will die here now And it feels I'm a slave to this ground I've been around love Still living underground, love Poison burning up
anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm By burning
They carryin out the slaughter Picture your daughter on State's for a quarter My old Uncle Sam fought in the war of Vietnam Got caught with napalm and burned
hyperbaric bullet-proof fiber class (yeah) And somehow physical kill a rapper, through a CIBER cast (yeah) You couldn't rise higher than me on a track If you was on a trampoline in space and I add a
here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity) But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm By burning