In his homeland- a refugee
All his life hes had to flee...
If you fight your way
through the window of freedom...
I wish I had my life back,
It's something precious to me I lack...
As i sit on the doctors table,
with your disease and your unborn seed...
Same sound, same size,
marching with the same footsteps...
Dear Methamphetamine, Cocaine, & Alcohol...
Goodbye to a group I knew would be wrong...
So lost in faces
Plenty of disgraces...
Divided We Fall
Citizens of America...
They live in cardboard boxes.
They live on the lonely street...
In the dark hours a quill dips into ink
A pen scribbles insane thoughts...
If a Wonderland should exist,
Well, that would be just grand...
Snorting coke,
what a joke, dealing to kids...