Caught in the act, you fucking thief. Give it back; it's not yours to keep. I guess you're trying to prove that candy-coated bullshit still goes down
are one skin; you can't convince me to believe in sin. Language has us wired to explode, we know how to hold on and how to let go. When it feels like
keep playing word games to disguise the cost. Just keep us entertained, we won't recognize the loss. And now it's bombs away, but we're not OK. It keeps
You better lock your doors, find a place to hide. build the walls thick and dig the trenches wide. The perimeter's secure; it's the "great divide". You
We rattle chains, and we question how we are trained. We speak words profane. We'll be banging pots and pans until you understand: We're following a
parasites. You're been relieved of duty, so let's call it a night. You'd better sleep tight, and get your head right. No more backdoor deals, it's not
You got your wings clipped, and your halo bent. Scratching our initials into wet cement is as close as we get to something permanent. And I want it back, don't give it
like a trainwreck. Who's keeping count of the casualties? Fatigue thrusts its jackhammer fists into my eyes, but I'm afraid to lie down. Afraid to slow down. Afraid to go home. (It
fire in your eyes flicker and fade. They're experts at extinguishing hope, so you better hold it and keep it sclose. It's a one-round match; you better grab it
crumbs and passing judgement, nobody asked you to import that shit I see paradise and you see pavement, Your renovations make a mess of it. Erect monuments
the captain's asleep at the wheel. We're heading straight for the rocks. I've got the anxiety blocked. Nose to the grindstone, both eyes on the clock. It
hand over fist, we're sitting ducks and I'm sick of it. Remain oblivious, and reset assured they'll take our silence as permission. Is it still called "control" when it
for my head. Inside I'm made of concrete, my eyelids feel like lead. I'm feeling for pulse but it's no use. My head was screwed on tight, now it's coming
ll use song as inspiration. To be the rust in their machines is our intention. It's time. We've got to set it right, but these devils can't be fought
it, get it Have fun, get it Have fun, get it, get it Get it, get it, get it, get it Ecsatic, fantastic, get it Wow, get it, wow, speedball Bad news
I check drawers for balls [Chorus: Chuck D (singers)] Whatever it takes to make it hardcore! (Ridin with a soldier, hard truth soldiers in the game) Whatever it takes to make it
rush it when I sit upon it Yo baby (Whassup?) Don't crush it when you sit upon it Yo baby (Whassup?) Don't rush it when I sit upon it It's three o'
But I do deal with it If it floods your heart, live it Nigga don't die wit it Just 'cause my soul?s trippin' outta control Smashed up on the freeway It
