Left behind what a waste of timeTheyre coming to get
When you live your life uptight untrustedbut their blind from
Ultimate, desolate condition of manLaid to wasteBorn again, dead again,
Deep in the soul of a man whos seen it
I've been looking for answers to set you freeBlack are
I see the world thru blood shot eyesStreets filled with
They say they live their lives with purityOnly looking through
You're deadHeard too much, know too much - don't knowif
Is there no one to deliver you from your ignorance?Maybe
There's a question mark in the place of a sparkthat
here we stand before the call accused of fire,it's too
Past regrets and future fearsturns a boy to a man
Powers is the heroin of the small-minded manAnd force, force
Ih have been hunting on the i-10 with jesus and
If I was king of all the rottenstealing filth from
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