What you doin to me?. (Yeah yeah yeah). What you want from me?. (Yeah yeah yeah). What you doin to me?. What you want from me?. You're just fucking killing me!.
Should I believe in the world, momma?. Should I give up and hide or should I stay and fight?. Should I believe in the rules, momma?. Tell me if I should run or learn to shoot a gun.
I'm feeling powerless. I'm feeling hopeless. I see the world beneath us open to the darkness. I see it everywhere. There's no progress. It's like I'm slowly giving into all the madness.
Summer's come but I don't know why. It's so damn hard for me to, do things right. But maybe if you just let me try. I can make you a believer, make you a believer.
Vers 1:. . You walk the streets. Never feel no guilt. You make your money selling guns on the playground. . I'm so ashamed. Cause we're all the same. Killing in the name money is the game now.
All my tragedies. Death,. Is only a face that won't confess. Peacefully you rest. In my bed infest my head. Undress this plague of wicked faces. Wicked faces.