Take No More
Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 11:23 pm
http://www.illestlyrics.com/board/it-wa ... tml#113509
SO, back to the broken boulevard of dreams/
back to the smoke and the guarded screams/
these the hardest scenes - from my cinamatic screen/
stabbed for a ten bag by psychopathic thieves/
so if hells got angels theres some demons in heaven/
cos on earth we got both seekin reason in weapons/
in the sidestreets n alleyways - scammin for papers/
makin money in our own way if the government rape us/
there's dealers, hustlers, killers n coke fiends/
older heads who school you on what life liven broke means/
these are our surroundings - you thinkin we crazy/
ive had at least four therapists tryin to save me/
take a look around how can these sins be forgiven/
use a vision from my iris see the way that we livin/
got the minimum wage, keep the lower class slaves/
either honoured in death or get anonymous graves/
put my life on the page at where im at- at this stage/
raised in a maze - braves lost in the haze/
bruised up n dazed by hollow strays that are killin us/
doin what i can but i dont know if its still enough/
this sickness o' the world got people wishin to die/
but man im sweatin in the kitchen for my piece of the pie/
n still modern culture bein fed to the vultures/
settin fire to the soul like this script made of sulphur/
theres gun epidemics - hypodermics in dust bins/
like dawn of the dead all the evil that dusk brings/
crushed kings n fallen soldiers litter the sidewalks/
n the gun powder plots cremate the people like guy fawkes...........
SO, back to the broken boulevard of dreams/
back to the smoke and the guarded screams/
these the hardest scenes - from my cinamatic screen/
stabbed for a ten bag by psychopathic thieves/
so if hells got angels theres some demons in heaven/
cos on earth we got both seekin reason in weapons/
in the sidestreets n alleyways - scammin for papers/
makin money in our own way if the government rape us/
there's dealers, hustlers, killers n coke fiends/
older heads who school you on what life liven broke means/
these are our surroundings - you thinkin we crazy/
ive had at least four therapists tryin to save me/
take a look around how can these sins be forgiven/
use a vision from my iris see the way that we livin/
got the minimum wage, keep the lower class slaves/
either honoured in death or get anonymous graves/
put my life on the page at where im at- at this stage/
raised in a maze - braves lost in the haze/
bruised up n dazed by hollow strays that are killin us/
doin what i can but i dont know if its still enough/
this sickness o' the world got people wishin to die/
but man im sweatin in the kitchen for my piece of the pie/
n still modern culture bein fed to the vultures/
settin fire to the soul like this script made of sulphur/
theres gun epidemics - hypodermics in dust bins/
like dawn of the dead all the evil that dusk brings/
crushed kings n fallen soldiers litter the sidewalks/
n the gun powder plots cremate the people like guy fawkes...........