Inside this city's limits You'll have dreams but you'll never live them So light a match and watch it burn You'll have a life but it will be worth nothing
It's all been said before by better men than I and it's all been done before. Don't know why I bother trying. I'm on the verge of a NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
We said we'd stay young together To hell with everything We did things we swore we'd never And now I can't believe I never thought it'd be you I never
No love, no hope Where is your flawless image now? The rot on the inside is starting to show You're running in circles And you don't know why You're
left, but...Another nail to seal our coffin. That one we headed for from the start. A eulogy is all I offer. This is our funeral of long dead hearts.
The skyline is burning Our caskets, the buildings Now here we are with nothing left No hopes, no goals Let's light this match just one more time Let'
These are our lives But we act like the walking dead With hollow eyes we watch our time Slip through our hands And nothing's ever said No matter what
We try to hold on As we watch our dreams die one by one We try to hold on to this I know The broken lives of the broken down Are everywhere in this
IT'S JUST GREY. This city's grey. IT'S JUST GREY. Sometimes this city looks alright. When the morning sunlight hits just right on slanted roof tops,
It seems downtown is dead tonight. Empty storefronts, broken window panes. I like to think of these city nights as a tragic comedy KILLING ME. Theres
I remember dreams my father had And how I saw them slip through his hands I never thought of him as a broken man But there is sorrow behind his laugh
gone dry. With no last kiss goodbye. We bet our hearts and we played the game. But it ended-JUST THE SAME. We played the game and we bet our hearts just
We carry in our hearts the true country And that cannot be stolen We follow in the steps of our ancestry And that cannot be broken We carry in our hearts
All dressed up with nowhere to go Walking with a dead man over my shoulder All dressed up with nowhere to go Walking with a dead man over my shoulder
other shit, spitting for my brother shit Hardcore gutter shit, duct tape and some other shit [H.A.W.K.] I'm on that other shit, that duct tape and some other
where they belong. Near a soldier, an ex-Marine with a tattooed dagger and eagle trembling, he bites his lip beside a widow breaking down. She takes her Purple Heart
tryin' to make decisions We should leave them a choice Cause who are we to say who lives and die Breathes and stops All this judgement on other lives
Gotta keep this shit goin' on, Yo Syke) (Syke) How long will they mourn me Every muthafuckin' day homie You stayed down when tha other niggas didn't know me From my heart
