I've tried this letter now, times before, When the party's and, The is no more, I'll tell you now living has become somewhat a chore, And following their rules is such a God 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 take the words reverse back upon my evil tongue, seen children arm eachother like it's second nature, Some just wanna watch the burn, And upon the drums, And that is why the music and the rhythm will on, Chaos has a melody and is like a song,
I sing, sing out to the I sing, Close this little and I think, This is a disaster and it stings, I'm trying to a way to just sing, Sing out to the I sing, Close this chapter and I think, life is a disaster and it stings, You see I'm trying to a way out,
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
I went to visit soldiers out on Camp Pendelton, And the cause of the missing limbs it there's no love like Wimbledon, When sat before me young as hell and gave me accolades like gentlemen, I'm thinking that the enemy took away their ability to walk and to no way of rekindling, What is now gone unless they got like Forrest and Lt. Dan, The war if you win a damn have no remorse at any minute bam, That's fucked off we're chilling on tour on the bus getting sucked off, Know our family is grieving 'cause war is recieving their peeps and they crying their off, why I get so much, When a bust, Why we got it so 'cause it's so rough, For the soldiers who, Do exactly they're told to do, Damn, do what exactly they're told to do, Defend they're country and the crew, But my one and only soul for you, That's a of a job description, I know if my God's with this one, But I its the laws of sick men, Send out youngin's and fall the victim, Of an evil plan, why I be saying dwamn, 'Cause on 9/11 I realized our fate is man's hands,
What a world, a world, I'm hanging up the now, for the end, What a world, a world, I'm up the noose now, for the end
When I see how my loved have left, I wonder how long I would I fight, I wonder if I would in and let the reaper lead me into night, See I got too much left, My died to early, Reaching for moments more but instead the cancer in her took it from me, We drift, naturally two ships in the roughest of seas, That's why moments precious yet I'm too distant to feel it complete, See days I feel so disconnected, It gets to drop to my knees, I guess that's a effect of living in generation XYZ, Obsessed with pain and man I wish we were kids again, Things simpler than 90s incidents, Got me losing friends to the of violent men, fast, Faster than bullets whizzing down alley ways, Abruptly I'm waking up this haze, But only to realize the hasn't changed, of ya'll not even fazed, Y'all think it's the way we been Fuck it I'm sinkin right in this haze, 'Cause thesecould out to be my last today, With a hope and a prayer put a in the air, But I'm too scared, from the pressure will I rock this chest, Swing back and forth and tempt with a blank stare,
What a world, a world, I'm hanging up the now, for the end, What a world, a world, I'm up the noose now, for the end