All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, Worn out faces
[Verse 1] I'm from, where the precedented curse is up The cop is the thief and the president's a murderer People are the slaves and their minds are the masters Demons in their head keep'em blinder and faster Make-believe speed keep the blind all wrapped up In facades of security, while signs get blacker The Future looks darker the Present is a tunnel The Past is liquidated to the essence of a puddle Streets wrap circles for the mind to uphold Hope walks lonely with no signs on the road Fear rules the land as a welcomed guest Sin walks with vain and he's seldom dressed Corruption is the only minister of truth His slaves appear only as ministers to you His face adheres only to the sinister in you With eyes watching the purity diminish on a noose As a somber child wakes to find his home gone Without an idea of how to move on
[Chorus] All around me are familiar faces Worn out places, Worn out faces Bullets flying on their daily races Going nowhere, going nowhere People living out their daily sorrows No Tomorrow, no tomorrow All we've built up now is coming undone That's where I'm from, that's where I'm from
[Verse 2] I'm from, where Hate is the criminal Judges keep Justice in their job to a minimal It's the land of the gun, with a bullet so cold It is aimed at the sum of our collective soul As it patiently runs down the path of Destruction While shamelessly numbed by a laugh from Seduction A track set backwards for tragic eruption Where Black is the bastard of passive disruption I....am from where the sun bleeds red The hunger of Greed, is monthly fed Where sons of my breed, breed guns instead and under they leave seeds done and dead I wonder if we, forget to breathe sometimes Where darkness has learned to seize our sunshine The heartless are the heartbeats of our home The dove soars far from the feeble and prone And it's not coming back, not for you, not for me Cuz it's not coming back till the people are free