I’m sick of all this talk
How violence is an art
If you feel like fighting well, don’t give me a part
And.. thoughts have crossed
I destroyed myself with all these pills
A soul-less body wandering
Yet, my heart always pondering
Will I ever stop? If someone dies that would be a start
To keep up with myself
Is why I’m lost
Because drugs are so easily bought
Authorities run your mouths with actions you were taught
Anger taken out when you never should be caught
Racism in the army, but you won’t arm me
Separated by the ideas
A reason to a cripple life that’s what I’ve sought

I dream of a better day
Souls been taken away
I keep on wandering
Keep on wondering x2

Suicide is a culture
A punk life is a virtue
Where are all our morales,
To some life is sold
But no matter how much gold
You eventually lose your soul,
Caught in a web so keep on steppin
Your ideas stomped on and kicked aside
No where to run and hide,
For me this is fine
My soul will always vibe
My dreams will come alive
There’s no more hiding who I am
Never get the time of day but words Imma spray’em
Get loose with the nicotine
My design of life though my mind would never say it

I dream of a better day
Souls been taken away
I keep on wandering