theres a chance we might slip, so lets take ths to the end.
Lyrics
another day, another waste of time
sitting my room, writing to the baseline
but it does nothing, all it does keep me busy
until the tracks done while I break it down simply
its in me to give, with prophetic material
the ideas of self, relating type lyrical
a miracle I learn, I steer I turn
into the highway sideways, its clear, we burn
into the eternal flame of sin and hell
I feel teh pain, so with Mr Grimms I tell
the longest hour, the darkest power
to auction our selves away to the monsters and cowards
Im not ready, ready to what? ready to flow
ready to ride, STOP, aim steady and blow
uuhh...the future is soo far
so long away, I hope I could hold on, be strong
hold on, be strong
reach for the sky, while we live and die
me and you will fly, within the truest time
this is it for I, I can feel the cry
keep your head up high, while getting by
another day, another feeeling of the waste
so Im dreaming to erase the esteem of my state
its a place of refuge, where I take and let you
grasp the music, only leaving a trace of speckles
in mental form, as my temper storms
the rage onto the page while the rest stays warm
since the day I was born, I had burdon
I owed it to God to be a wordsmith, serving words just.
So here I am, in the midst of song
while kids in Babylon wait for the war to ramble on
its twisted enough that we could smoke it, but not hope that
it will pass us by, so the world hopeless
quote this, theres always a higher learning
reasons why fires still burning, Im tired of the circus
wired from the urges, we need to get our heads check
its miracle we aint even dead yet...so
living for a chance, living in a day
living for the hope that will keep us made
living for a chance, living for a day
living for the soul of the world to embrace