IRC-Galleria

A past victim of the government for grapple
Now I slash you, I'm the slave with snapped shackles

I inhale toxins
Drunk off blood from dead cops and
the watchman, that kill us in this maze we locked in
Side corba clutch, only truth can sober us
Wild 'cause we know there's no Jehovah watching over us
Only 10 percent that's controlling us
try to take our souls from us, while the state patrolling us

Above all, there was fear
Fear of today, fear of tomorrow
Fear of our neighbors, and fear of ourself

The world has become an aquarium
full of gaping fish with murderous smiles
I on the other hand stand on the outside looking in
Writing down murderous files
I who have nothing but the lack of variation
and I who have nothing but chains and suffocation

We came from distant space and even what some might call somewhat of an
another dimension... and we're about to return..