Hostility, I feel it coming. It's like a nation wide vigilance. I've seen so many people running. From a threat without substance. . Underpayment, self sacrifice.
I'm strolling in the old town. I breathe the air of a different time. When the city heart's still beating. Now we run on overtime. . Someone stole the skyline.
If I give it all, things will remain. Well, hard work is my middle name. It's all I ever wanted. Now give it to me again. . If I give it all, things will remain.
Frustration is breathing down my neck. It's right behind, just like a shadow. Frustration keeps me company. Wherever I walk it seem to follow. . When I turn around, see all these people.
I don't recognize this place. This ever growing hatred. We drag ourselves down. . There's a bad moon on the rise. We drag ourselves down. Now, who's bound to pay the price?.
Friday morning a day like any other. I'm heading down the same old roads. I've got mommy's little monster in the headphones. It keeps me warm, I stay out of the cold.
If this place lost its spirit, I wouldn't know what to do. That's right, I wouldn't know what to do. If this ground started cracking, my heart would to.
Creative movements, some say they're destructive. A way of self expression. Now, give me some soulful rock. Without hesitation. . As I walk through the street art gallery.
The sound of gunfire shocked a nation. Five down, five people dead. The country wakes up after fifty years asleep. And the flag has got a slight touch of red.
He was one of the few true rebels, a small town bomber. Drew his final tag and ran out of sight. And he was no simple thief or dirty robber. 21 years of age, he kissed the world goodnight.
A boy grabs a bottle. And another boy plays with powerful chords. At full throttle. Now what you gonna do when pissed and bored?. . Garage entertainment.
Well, I'm stuck here between hope and frustration. Keep getting thrown from side to side. It's an familiar situation. I'm on life's own rollercoasterride.
Wanna crawl like a maggot inch by inch. Or move like a swallow, up in the air on spread wings. . There's something about the way. They're all moving. .
Oh, oh, oh. . I still have that feeling. I always thought that it would disappear. Just like a faithful dog. It followed me throughout the years. . I've got a place, I've got a place.
Distorted minds, shut, blind. It's out of order. There's nothing but silence. Not a voice can be heard. . Closed down, out of line. It's a mind state border.
The snow comes falling down. The flakes do their best to cover up the ground. And I'm inside looking out. The sun has swept away to make place for the night.
Well, I never had a thing for free. Never had a bright star to guide me. But I tell you, I'm going all the way. I know it sounds like a cliche. . It's my own war.
Monday mornin' wonderin'. What's that little somethin'. That's gonna solve it once again?. . It burns inside of me. Wanna get it out you see. Wanna leave before I'll go insane.
Step into the worldwide madhouse. Meet kings and fanatic believers. Come, play the game of chance among. Noble men and plain deceivers. . It hits me with the speed of a bullet.
He's the joker in the pack. Wrecks the common track. And leaves just unrecognition. . And he moves like a truck. Along with lady luck. Fear, hate and desperation.