Lick the walls of what you find Global thoughts, caustic signs It seemed to be life was free Commonsense, apathy? Push to fore, clear your mind Draw
lick the walls of what you find global thoughts, caustic signs it seemed to be life was free common sense, apathy? push to fore, clear your mind draw
I bribed you downstairs with a Marlboro Red And now I feel so small discovering you knew How much more torture would you have put me through? You probably saw me laughing
boy on the break of being Horror and hell through its fires Be brutally honest, was it better before me? In the curve of your body, how I want her with me The truth
damn lives, the spirit, it gets live And answers the question why God blessed the earth But, buildings block out the sky, and the children Are oversexualized, media-wise, brutalized
we playing with the words we saying We ain't playing for all who didn't know Keeping it real I'm laughing at cha' I ain't laughing with cha' I'm glad
Quest for truth never ceases As wisdom brutally teaches Pacing back and forth again, and again Just searching for an end Panic wave chaos showers Sickening
's 'glorious war'. The truth that is now filtering out paints a very different picture. * It's often been said that truth is the first casualty of war
[Aesop Rock] Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops, high noon was your basic who's who of brutal truth. Hot summer gun or box-cutter slow
yourself a blast. I may not be gay. But I don=B9t care if you are. Live your life in peace. And fuck them if they laugh.
I'll break your mends it's hard to give in it's hard to bend this world of deceit incites revenge, and... fashion your look fashion your smile stack all policies laugh
can't you see the flaws in your decisions enslaving sound for your money hungry cause fact is, you're fucked in the end bastard, we laugh and watch
arm Treat me as a murderer Please let me up The handcuffs are too tight I'm begging you please this is not right These hicks fucking laugh at me You
I've seen more than I can stand But in my acts and deeds I'm a political man I'll give you, I'll give you all my worn out tools Another brutal
A product of a brutal world Killing just a game Hatred burns with desolation Pleasure for the blood This must be the dead man's day The truth in crimson
fabrications of Britain's 'glorious war'. The truth that is now filtering out paints a very different picture. * It's often been said that truth is
arm, treat me as a murderer Please let me up the handcuffs are too tight I'm begging you please this is not right These hicks fucking laugh at me You
(feat. El-P) [Aesop Rock (El-P):] Before shooting troops was cooler than hula hoops High noon was your basic who's who of brutal truth Hot summer gun
