HANDS HELD HIGH: Turn my mic up louder I got to say something Light weights step to the side when we come in Feel it in your chest the syllables get pumping People on the street they panic and start running Words on loose leaf sheet complete coming I jump in my mind and summon the rhyme, I'm dumping Healing the blind I promise to let the sun in Sick of the dark ways we march to the drumming Jump when they tell us that they wanna see jumping Fuck that I wanna see some fists pumping Risk something, take back what's yours Say something that you know they might attack you for Cause I'm sick of being treated like I had before Like it's stupid standing for what I'm standing for Like this war's really just a different brand of war Like it doesn't cater to rich and abandon poor Like they understand you in the back of the jet When you can't put gas in your tank These fuckers are laughing their way to the bank and cashing the cheque Asking you to have compassion and have some respect For a leader so nervous in an obvious way Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day In their living room laughing like \"What did he say?\"
*Krwlng Intro*
In my living room watching but I am not laughing Cause when it gets tense I know what might happen World is cold the bold men take action Have to react or get blown into fractions Ten years old it's something to see Another kid my age drugged under a jeep Taken and bound and found later under a tree I wonder if he had thought the next one could be me Do you see the soldiers they're out today They brush the dust from bullet proof vests away It's ironic at times like this you pray But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday There's bombs in the buses, bikes, roads Inside your market, your shops, your clothes My dad he's got a lot of fear I know But enough pride inside not to let that show My brother had a book he would hold with pride A little red cover with a broken spine On the back he hand-wrote a quote inside, \"When the rich wage war it's the poor who die.\" Meanwhile, the leader just talks away Stuttering and mumbling for nightly news to replay And the rest of the world watching at the end of the day Both scared and angry like \"What did he say?\"
CRAWLING: Crawling in my skin, These wounds they will not heal, Fear is how I fall, Confusing what is real
There's something inside me that crawls beneath the surface, Consuming, confusing, It's like a self control I feel is never ending, It's haunting, How I can't seem To find myself again, My walls are closing in, Without a sense of self confidence, And I'm convinced that there's just to much pressure to take, I've felt this way before, So insecure
Crawling in my skin, These wounds they will not heal, Fear is how I fall, Confusing what it real,
Discomfort endlessly had pulled itself upon me, Distracting, reacting,
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection, It's haunting, How I can't seem,
To find myself again, My walls are closing in, Without a sense of confidence, And I'm convinced there's just to much pressure to take I've felt this way before, So insecure,
Crawling in my skin, These wounds they will not heal, Fear is how I fall, Consuming, confusing what is real. (without a sense of confidence, and i'm conviced there's to much pressure to take)