SCALPER
ONE FRIEND.
Feel it rot, gunshot to your head what
One friend when I need one, enemy I see one
On my blood they feed on, craving lusting that taste
So I feed em
Why can’t we feed em
Power in my hands, I could heal em
So numb to their feeling
Screaming for that meaning
Thieving stealing
Colours change, keep changing,
But the outlines remain
Killing season
I can see them lying through your teeth
You don’t believe in
But in the quiets of the night, always kneeling
For them scars no healing
It’s in the sight of my eyes, all revealing
Language same but I don’t understand them
Speaking them anthems
Boogie men scare the children, stir the tantrum
Free the bird into the sky, light a lantern
In the wars find an inner sanctum
Feel it rot gunshot to your head
Another morning see you falling now you dead
Went and believed everything that you read
Who said the Devil creeps and his blood ain’t red, what
And what you got when you ain’t got a friend coz
Everything you know comes back again, and
Spending your time with them fools who ain’t men
And, can’t you see that they’re all just pretending
And can’t you see that they ain’t supposed to be here
Even the rats here want to leave here
Can’t you see that they’re ain’t supposed to be here
Even the rats here just want to leave here
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