From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
We're stuck in a place so dark, you could hardly see A manner of matter that splits with the words I breathe And as the rain drips acidic questions around me I block out the sight of the powers that be Duck away into the darkness, times up I wind up in a rusted world with eyes shut So tight that it blurs into the world of pretend And the eyes ease open and it's dark again
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me But why should I care
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
Listen to the sound, dizzy from the ups and downs And nauseated by the polluted rock that's all around Watchin the wheels of cars that pass I look past to the last of the light and the long shadows it casts A window grows and captures the eye And cries out yellow light as it passes me by And a young, shadowy figure sits in front of a box Inside a building of rocks with antennas on top Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain The same lose, not knowing they were part of the game And while the insides change, the box stays the same And the figure inside could bear anybody's name The memories I keep are from a time like then I put on my paper so I could come back to them Someday i'm hopin to close my eyes and pretend That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again
From the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me
I'm here at the podium talking, the ceremonial offerings Dedicated to urban dysfunctional offspring What's happened City governments are eternally napping Trapped in greedy covenants, causin urban collapsing Bullets that scar souls, with dark holds, get more than your car stole Some hearts be blacker than charcoal For real, this society's deprivation depends not on our differences, but the separation within No preparation is made, limited age, minimum wage Livin in a tenement cage for innocent pay Tragedy within a parade The darkness overspread like permanent plauge I'm the forgotten
In the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly Until the sun rises up
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