I've tried writing letter now, Several before, the party's over and, The is no more, I'll tell you now that living has somewhat a chore, And following their is such a God foresaken bore, Now I say God I'm programmed, But I in none, I see no interventions and I see no Sons, And if I'm wrong than strike me down and these breathing lungs, Just the words reverse them back upon my evil tongue, I've seen children arm eachother like it's nature, just wanna watch the world burn, And upon the drums, And that is why the and the rhythm will live on, Chaos has a melody and death is a song,
I sing, sing out to the I sing, this little chapter and I think, This is a disaster and it stings, I'm to find a way to just sing, Sing out to the I sing, Close little chapter and I think, life is a disaster and it stings, You see I'm to find a way out,
What a world, a world, I'm hanging up the now, for the end, What a world, a world, I'm hangin up the now, for the end
I to visit wounded soldiers out on Camp Pendelton, And the cause of the limbs it mean there's no love like Wimbledon, they sat before me young as hell and gave me accolades like gentlemen, I'm thinking that the enemy away their ability to walk and to touch no way of rekindling, is now gone unless they got money like Forrest and Lt. Dan, The war if you win a damn they no remorse at any minute bam, fucked off while we're chilling on tour on the bus getting sucked off, Know our family is grieving war is recieving their peeps and they crying their butts off, why I get so much, When a bust, Why we got it so good 'cause so rough, For the young who, Do exactly what told to do, Damn, do what exactly what they're to do, Defend country and uphold the crew, But give my one and only for you, That's a of a job description, I don't if my God's with this one, But I guess its the of sick men, Send out and they fall the victim, Of an evil plan, That's why I be dwamn, 'Cause on 9/11 I realized our is another man's hands,
a world, what a world, I'm up the noose now, for the end, What a world, a world, I'm up the noose now, for the end
When I see how my ones have left, I wonder how long I would I fight, I wonder if I give in and let the reaper lead me into night, See I got too much left, My died to early, Reaching for moments but instead the cancer in her lungs took it from me, We drift, naturally like two in the roughest of seas, why this moments precious yet I'm too distant to feel it complete, See these days I so disconnected, It gets harder to to my knees, I guess that's a side of living in generation XYZ, Obsessed with pain and grief man I we were kids again, Things were than 90s incidents, Got me losing friends to the of violent men, fast, than speeding bullets whizzing down alley ways, Abruptly I'm up from this haze, But only to realize the hasn't changed, of ya'll not even fazed, Y'all think it's the way we raised? Fuck it I'm sinkin right in this haze, 'Cause thesecould turn out to be my today, a hope and a prayer put a rope in the air, But I'm too scared, Chokin from the pressure will I this chest, Swing back and and tempt death with a blank stare,
What a world, a world, I'm up the noose now, for the end, What a world, a world, I'm up the noose now, for the end