ive tried writing this letter now several times before when the parties over and the liquor is no more i tell you now that living has become somewhat a chore and following their rules is such a god for saken bore now i say god because im program but i believe in none i see no interventions and i see no holy sons and if im wrong then strike me down and break these breathing lungs just take the words reverse them back upon my evil tounge ive seen children harm each other like it's second nature some just want to watch the world burn bang upon the drums and that is why the music and the rhythm will live on kuz chaos has a melody and death just like a song i sing, sing out to the rafters i sing close this little chapter when i think his life is a disaster and it stinks im trying to find a way to just sing sing out to the rafters i sing close this little chapter when i think his life is a disaster and it stinks you seem him trying to find a way out
what a world x2 im hanging up the noose now waiting for the end what a world x2 im hanging up the noose now waiting for the end
i went to visit wounded soilders at camp pendelton and the cost of the missing limbs it meaned that is no love like wimbelton when they sat before me young as hell look at me alcaldes like gentlemen im thinking that the enemy took away their ability to walk and to touch no way of rekindalin what is now gone unless they got money like force and lt. dan the war if you in a dam they have no remorse and that any minute bam thats fucked off while we chillin on tour on the bus getting sucked off know a families greaving because war is receding their peeps and they cring their butts off thats why i get so much when i flo bust while we got it so good kuz its so rough but the young soliders who do exactly what they are told to do damn do exactly what they told to do defend their country and uphold the crew but give my one and only soul for you thats a hell of a job discription i dont know if my gods with this one but i guess its the laws of sickman sending out youngins and they fall the victums of an evil klans plan thats why i be saying dwam cuz on 9/11 i realized our fate is in another mans hands
what a world x2 im hanging up the noose now waiting for the end what a world x2 im hanging up the noose now waiting for the end
when i see how my love ones had left i wonder how long i would fight i wonder if i would give in and let the reaper lead me into night see i got to much pride left like my grandma that died to early reaching for moments more but instead the cancer in her lungs took her from me we drift naturally like two ships in the roughest of seas thats why this moments precious yet im to distant to feel it complete see these days i feel so disconnected it gets harder to drop to my knees i guess thats a side-a-fect of living in generation x-y-z obsessed with pain and greave man i wished we were both kids again things were simplier than 90's innsodents got me loosing friends to the hands of violent men fast faster then speeding bullets wizzing down alley ways so bubbly im waking up from this haze but only to realize the world hasnt changed suddenly im not even fazed yall think its the way we been raised fuck it im sick and right back in this haze cause this can turn out to be my last todays with a hope and a prayer put a rope in the air but im just to scared choking from the pressure while i rock this chest with back and forth and tip death with a breakstand
what a world x2 im hanging up the noose now waiting for the end what a world x2 im hanging up the noose now waiting for the end