It's a matter of fact, It's just another open gap another way to distract, From what's really going down.
Broken rows, cracking this loads, breaking my bones, Touching white lines, into my eyes. This time it's really going down.
People tumbling, smashing, breakin. Over and over, over and over.
It's now what we're facing, time and racing, our places. Figuries, facts, and all that shit up, that we are always be around.
Shadowed windows, where did all my friends gone. And who's that? Ain't your friends, anybody around? Ain't no one? What's that chrome in a smell? Ain't yor friends. Terminated! Aggravated twisted fill. Fly! Aggravated twisted fill. Fly above day, money, mount, business. The sun makes shine today. If it all so far away, so far away.
Over and over, over and over. Over and over.
People tumbling, smashing, breakin. Over and over, over and over.It's a matter of fact, It's just another open gap another way to distract, From what's really going down.