A General Lyrics - Stealing Chairs - 28 Days

Tonight I saw your true face 

Vindictive, a language of your reaction 

And thank you for returning my faith in what I believed in 

It nearly went in vain while you took aim 

So when you wake tomorrow with no one left to crucify 

You know that you'll still feel afraid 

The way you woke up this morning today 

That's right, I saw your true face 

Or rather a representative of hatred 

Don't you fight your own wars? 

A general saluting yourself yesterday 

While you think about your prey 

So when you wake tomorrow with no one left to crucify 

You know that you'll still feel afraid 

The way you woke up this morning today 

When you wake tomorrow with no one left to crucify 

You know that you'll still feel afraid 

The way you woke up this morning today 

I hope for your sake 

You work out your problem lies within 

Your tortured mindset you put out 

So where's your violin? 

So where's your violin? 

So where's your violin? 

So where's your violin? 

So where's your violin? 

So when you wake tomorrow with no one left to crucify 

You know that you'll still feel afraid 

The way you woke up this morning today 

When you wake tomorrow with no one left to crucify 

You know that you'll still feel afraid 

The way you woke up this morning today 

The way you woke up 

The way you woke up 

Tunnel vision 

The year is two double 0 two, nothing is brand new 

Kid Jimmy, you know, you hear me spitting lyrics over loops 

Close friends used to call me sups, mad respect to CI crew 

Still ripping over PFK, so what you gonna do? 

Nothing, puffing out my fucking chest, crims rock the best 

Shout out to mesk for putting run ups to the test 

Dressed for success but we look like some bums 

So easy fucking go, not easy fucking come 

Tunnel vision won't enhance your view 

So think it through, do it for your self 

Everything you read might not be true 

So think it through, do it for your, for yourself 

We rock London, Amsterdam, Carrum Downs and Osaka 

You don't have to dig my style, so step back, fuck you 

And you're getting jealous, man, claiming that it's luck 

You can't handle it 

I don't give a shit you can suck my dick 

Say you can smoke me, you probably could 

Going down south with your mouth 

Wrap wrapped around my wood 

Say you can smoke me, you probably could 

Going down south with your mouth wrap 

Wrap, wrap wrapped around my wood 

Tunnel vision won't enhance your view 

So think it through, do it for your self 

Everything you read might not be true 

So think it through, do it for your, for yourself 

Whoa, slow down, I got the low down 

On this bigger than Benhur sound 

That we just lit, so I hit it with a lip 

That spits real in harmony with hits 

I can't help it when you shit your pants 

I saw you fucking dance 

Up and down when the record went number one 

Fuming 'cause they're paying for my skills 

While were having fun, now you're sober 

Not drunk from thinking it's over 

Time to face the facts whack 

It's only just begun 

London, Amsterdam, Carrum Downs and Osaka 

You don't have to dig it, fuck you, fuck you 

Tunnel vision won't enhance your view 

So think it through, do it for your self 

Everything you read might not be true 

So think it through, do it for your, for yourself