The little boy is moving down the street of no return He says, ?I'd like to see the city of the narrow minded burn? Place is like a prison now let me
I took a closer look at the elite Born and raised, never knowing what's going on here As if they've never really crossed the street I took a look behind
The pressure keeps rising Turns to a ticking bomb The hands keep turning It's ready to blow You're gonna feel the detonation The temperature is falling
We're headed for an unknown destination new administration rules if I could change the world I would but I'm headed for unknown territory fear points
Monday mornin' wonderin' What's that little somethin' That's gonna solve it once again? It burns inside of me Wanna get it out you see Wanna leave before
Whatever happened to your faith and dedication? Your wish to demolish the white city walls. I heard you a hundred times saying i feel unstoppable, and
Well, I never had a thing for free Never had a bright star to guide me But I tell you, I'm going all the way I know it sounds like a cliche It's my own
The snow comes falling down The flakes do their best to cover up the ground And I'm inside looking out The sun has swept away to make place for the night
Bombraids, dead cities, bombraids, dead citizens. Casualties civilian government destruction. More bombs, more cities, more burning bodies for the cause
Oh, oh, oh I still have that feeling I always thought that it would disappear Just like a faithful dog It followed me throughout the years I've got
Distorted minds, shut, blind It's out of order There's nothing but silence Not a voice can be heard Closed down, out of line It's a mind state border
Step into the worldwide madhouse Meet kings and fanatic believers Come, play the game of chance among Noble men and plain deceivers It hits me with the
Wanna crawl like a maggot inch by inch Or move like a swallow, up in the air on spread wings There's something about the way They're all moving (To
I creatively freestyle my way through the concrete I stick and move like boxers do Dance, Dance, Dance, Dance I Dance like a butterfly and I sting like
A boy grabs a bottle And another boy plays with powerful chords At full throttle Now what you gonna do when pissed and bored? Garage entertainment Well
The ground is shaking It's the sign of a reaction No more lies Tell people they are justified Look who's watching Ready for a clash, ready to step
I've got a few true friends making stakes by my side Give me the odds, don't mean a thing to me We slam the door behind, heading for ninety nine Taking
Mister, I spit on your intentions Well, I got reason and reason's all I need And Mister, I spit on your protection Stroke by the madness I'm about to