Left behind what a waste of timeTheyre coming to get
My problems seem a world awayClose the line and they'll
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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