dead in the streets Yeahhh, my body lie dead in the streets (repeat 4x) The darkened clouds reflect my inner confusion Frustrating feelings of dying too
Seeking retribution Breathing pure aggression A reflection of the hate That you must breed In a world ruled by obsession Seeking retribution Breathing pure aggression A reflection
in raiments As pure as coal Taking their payments In tortured mortal souls A bold direction The abyss edge But on cold reflection One they warmed to
in raiments as pure as coal Taking their payments in tortured mortal souls A bold direction, the abyss edge But on cold reflection, one they warmed
Your self destruction has become mine Your reflection contains nothing but vacant eyes Those vacant eyes tell the stories, tell the stories You forsake
sweatin' him, I guess he'd expected to win on pure artistic merit, Composing complex plays with nothin but soundbytes, Burned out the lights, Made MCs too
Encloaking yourself in a shroud of lies And with each tale another foul part inside you dies Are you reflecting? There is no hope Your disturbed view of life results From smoking too
return And we will face it all again. Now someone calls my name I here the echoes in the rain Now you have come for me I can see the dark reflection
to town Two boys and one middle-aged man No longer quite so old as he thought Far away but much too close for comfort Far away but much too close for
't want nothing known but a bank roll. Chorus: Prodigal Sunn Life is reality, reality is life People living trife, the world filled with strife The gods living, writing exact, too
All I feel is the shuttered room The striped light of detention All I smell is shattered bone Far too relevant to mention In the shuttered room In my
captive as I did ere now Stalling to pass my fingers through the last Of midnight tendrils, or peruse thy brow In fear of sending off what heaven cast Too
from a river makin you shiver That's for sore, the connoisseur rippin ill-literature Yes, but I'm about to get deeper You'll catch a ill reflection from listenin too
's hard to imagine we came from the same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was far too
to imagine we came from the same parents. I sometimes wondered if we had the same father, but I always dismissed that idea as my mother was far too religious
riding on we keep praising on 2nd verse: them all express pure uglyness by their possessions them get possessed them manifest pure emptiness what their speech and deeds reflect