reply to post by dallas18
I exist in a state of consistant transition
plans shifting, with insuffitient ambition
man listen, this is my advice
die or fight, get caged in or take flight
on the page inside the margin i make light
appear in the form of the words i write
its all solar, from the lows to highs
but your blinded by the wool pulled over ya eyes
by over-sized flies, that feed off waste
take the icing on the cake, and leave without trace
the man without a face i stay anonymous
the way we livin day to day stays monotonous
like ya bland sound
but with the weight of the world on top of us we still stand ground
and brake down, your fasination with the fabrication of the truth
make use of your imagination
in the pursuit of expression
not as a disguise to, hide behind when undressing
ya bredrin, i reckon, the question is this
to be or not to be - a simple lesson in risk
imparting this text, is my only life after death
im left gasping for breath
asking for less tention and stress, about to suffocate
it feels like i need devine intovention to resusitate me lately
its like frustration has taken its hold
restraining me from breaking the mold
or making the most of my creative control
times taking its toll, im elevating my soul by
taking the old to the new like nice and smooth
my voice high likes to groove
the break sets the move, i express my attitude
towards my foes and those who show no gratitude
you cant calulate my longitude or latitude,
navigate my catacombe, or reach my altitude
im too high, far too fly to stay stationary
basically i keep it constructive, like masonary
blantenly disruptive, and its disgracefully corruptive
system plagued with injustice
but this is purity, you cant touch this
its much more to me, than just #-ish
but i cant let that discourage,
i salvage anything of value from the rubbish and repair
i wont be driven into submission or dispair
i prepare for war i heard the rhythem of the snare (right there)
Lyrics to City Of Industry :
[Scratches]
[Verse 1:]
Air poured, my thoughts shrouded by cloud forms
The line ravaged in the wake of this ground war
The quintessential outlaw
Eye of the storm, my tears fall as a torrential downpour
The flood, your death wish written in blood
I came in from the cold, clothes dripping with mud
Gripping a club, primitive, a stick is a dud
Swinging a punch, the bad seed pick of the bunch
I drink black rain, take another swig and I'm drunk
Taste venom on the tip of my tongue, my lips cold
Spitting out toxins I couldn't dissolve or withhold
I never sold my soul for fool's gold
So I'm still free, but too numb to feel pity
Some broke down, now the still city's a ghost town
Snowflakes cover the ground in white carpets
Seasons of espionage as time passes
The lion hearted, survival of the hardest artist
My open arms embrace darkness
Still craving carnage and infamy
But even parasites starve in this carcass of industry
[Scratches]
[Verse 2:]
You can see me as cynical, trapped in my own gothic vision
Encapsulating chaos in this composition
Calculated like the lies of a politician
Gripping the slingshot, I size up the opposition
I drop a match in the clouds and watch the flames rise
Fire water falling from these grey skies
To paint your train lines, chrome over red brick
Reflective, like a gemstone in a cesspit
Jehst gives belief to a skeptic
The truth neglected like open wounds that turn septic
Infected by the forked tongue of a liar
Now my thoughts are the colour of fire
And my night's spent running the ?
Unspired by the freak show
I see ghosts dance in the trail of my weed smoke
My words are folklore, that survived the Cold War
New World Order and so forth
I go north, ankle-deep in snowfall
Leaping over dry stone walls with a ?
Steam clouds rise from my fiery breath
It's the last twilight before the silence of death
[Scratches]
[Verse 1]
Drinking in electric lady land
Conversate with the crazy man
Where the babies sip baby cham'
And dames babysit Damien
Plagued by the everyday pain of a pantomime palladium
Players duckin buckshots in the cranium
Lost on a path of pre-destined devastation
They're dishin out medication in many forms
I meditate on millennium metaphors
A tour-de-force of fornication
A thought-police state dictates to the whores of a sleaze nation
Discreet segregation
Infinite degrees of separation, we celebrate creation
Creating new means of our destruction
De-sensitised to the violence, the carnage is cartoon
It's Televised to your front room
Guns boom, pictures that poison the young
We're highly strung
A slugfest for the scum
But I ain t givin up 'cause I'm driven by the drum in drunken tongues
I talk up at the sun but I ain t givin up
Nah
[Chorus]
Rain clouds breakdown my cardboard wall of sound
And now nobody hears when I'm calling out
It's like they cover their ears
Say my tears are the tears of a clown
Please help me
I'm falling down
[Verse 2]
My silver tongue spits gold bars
Bring an amber glow to cold hearts
Show love to my close spars
Living their lives so fast
While our foes slow dance with Diablo
Most can't cope with the agro, watchin' the rats grow
Led astray by a modern day pied piper in a lab coat
It's code red, white lines blue movies
And media scapegoats provoke defence
I vent fears with a broken pen
And shed tears for the hopeless
Approaching the future with a clear focus
Frozen below the mushroom clouds
And we're much too loud to be allowed to speak out
'Cause the people might freak out
A free man with his hands tied, died buried below the landslide
Rigged by the sidewinders
Wise to the way that the lies are applied as a social science
to those who show signs of defiance
The fire burns
We learn ways to survive as the world turns
Look away from the flames as the fire burns
We learn ways to survive
[Chorus]
[edit on 23-9-2009 by 4stral4pprentice]
