I've writing this letter now, Several before, When the over and, The is no more, tell you now that living has become somewhat a chore, And following their rules is a God foresaken bore, Now I say God I'm programmed, But I in none, I see no and I see no Holy Sons, And if I'm wrong than strike me and break these breathing lungs, Just take the words reverse them back my evil tongue, I've seen children arm eachother like it's nature, Some just wanna watch the burn, And bang the drums, And that is why the music and the rhythm live on, Chaos has a and death is like a song,
I sing, out to the rafter's I sing, Close little chapter and I think, This is a disaster and it stings, I'm trying to find a way to sing, out to the rafter's I sing, Close this little 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 went to wounded soldiers out on Camp Pendelton, And the cause of the missing limbs it mean no love like Wimbledon, they sat before me young as hell and gave me accolades like gentlemen, I'm thinking that the enemy took away their to walk and to touch no way of rekindling, What is now gone unless got money like Forrest and Lt. Dan, The war if you win a damn they have no remorse at any 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 what they're to do, Damn, do what what 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 don't if my God's with this one, But I guess its the 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 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 if I would give in and let the reaper lead me into night, See I got too pride left, My died to early, Reaching for moments more but the cancer in her lungs took it from me, We drift, naturally like two in the roughest of seas, That's why this moments yet I'm too distant to feel it complete, See days I feel so disconnected, It gets to drop to my knees, I that's a side effect of living in generation XYZ, Obsessed with pain and grief man I wish we kids again, Things were than 90s incidents, Got me losing friends to the of violent men, fast, Faster than speeding whizzing down alley ways, Abruptly I'm waking up from haze, But only to realize the world changed, Some of ya'll not fazed, Y'all think it's the way we been Fuck it I'm sinkin right back in haze, 'Cause turn out to be my last today, With a and a prayer put a rope in the air, But I'm too scared, Chokin the pressure will I rock this chest, Swing back and forth and death 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 hangin up the now, for the end