Get ready Hah! We got blind compassion Don't need discussion Think you know just what I mean Nowhere's a smokin' While the rules are broken Had to be
Turn it up until it bangs your head Tear it down, now mother don't play dead People stand the noise All the little toys Put some more coke on the fire
Ha, killah priest, daddy rose Same rose, abg, rose cartel,what? '99, the beginnin of the endin baby Yea, gon take you there, what? Yo, yo, yo, ugh ugh
Locked up in chains, backs to the wall Tick like a time bomb till we hear the call Pushed from outside, thrown underground Frozen in time we wait for
Your father told me I can stay, But he mistrusts my unfamiliar ways: He want's to use the things I've learnt Six hundred years of knowledge sorely earned
Well ah jumpt! and fled this fucken heap on doctored wings Mah flailin pinions, with splints and rags and crutches! (Damn things nearly hardly flap) Canker
or motivation. Revolt for evolution. Get off of this planet now! We´ve got the escape plan blueprint. Get off this planet now! There´s hope for a revolution. Revolt
Carrying a heard the size of my head Got an angel on my back The leftovers of my face is a leaden mask of death Drink my coffee black I sing with a voice
My brain sometimes intends to walk away Somehow my hat seems to hold it together But if I feel like slipping away for a bit All I have to do is take my
I look about 27 And that I haven't slept well I bang my head to sleep With a bottle of bourbon-hell I'm a character living In a world gone wrong Don't
Take your hands out of your pockets Don't walk until green Call it penance, call it shock You just lost your esteem You know it's ironic If it went down
I'm seeing red It helps me see things straight I'm doing everything For the purpose of improvement Don't ask me why 'Cuz it don't faze me one iota I'
Head bowed in silence Scarcely sane in mind Strung out, internal violence Confusion fills my time Stare back at my face, neurotic eyes Joy and despair
It keeps me awake, it grows to my head My body aches, my feelings are dead I turn my eyes inside out Gaze into the hell I created, burned out Lost everything
Most deals don't need deliberation That's what I thought You sung in a language That I don't really know And didn't dare to get tought He who said there
All the time I think this is the last time I can't have it any other way I force these words onto paper Thought I had something more to say Excuse me
Is that a strain Or a delicate smile Built to proportion? It might as well have been you And all the things you do Somedays I'm waiting For my pulse to
It's time to put it straight I dislike the way you act I said, hey Get off my back End of discussion You're not getting used None will give you sympathy