(Prozak) All of my life I been denied 7 days attempted suicide Remained alive isolated trapped in my mind Confined in prisons by visions of multiple killings
to let this problems loose Therepidic for music its sort a misuse to massage my mental survive on music Sometimes I cant help myself, myself got a mind of its own, buk can not accept
this is Joliet Correctional Facility you have a collect call from inmate yeah this is Tucker to accept this call please press 3 now thank you hello [
made my mistake no more love in ur heart for me what is left inside is blind hate for me i accept it but i wish i could erase the pain and rekindle
in and out and back again Feel a power running through me and I'm alive and kicking I accept submission to the pleasures of the flesh And the joy of pain
door without warning She just ignores the time that the boards came down It's a numbed out feeling He just accepts that pain with a hate mantra A spiritual killing
to selfdestruction. Cancer ravages the throat and lungs. A diseased heart fails. The pain was avoidable and yet this insanity is accepted as normal.
Does he stop this bloody game Wargames - killed in action - wargames Wargames - killed in action Shanghaied - for satisfaction Wargames - killed in action Wargames, aaah Wargames - killed in action Wargames - for satisfaction Shanghaied - killed
We were born to kill Fighting for survival All in self-defence It was do or die Now we?re living in jungles The concrete age A maximum overdose of pleasure and pain
inside It's driving me to kill It's gotta be the beast - the beast - the beast The beast - the beast - the beast - deep down inside But when the deed is done And the pain
beast inside It?s driving me to kill It?s gotta be the beast - the beast - the beast The beast - the beast - the beast - deep down inside But when the deed is done And the pain
stop this bloody game Wargames - killed in action - wargames Wargames - killed in action Wargames - for satisfaction Shanghai'd - killed in action Wargames - aaah Wargames - killed in action Wargames - for satisfaction Shanghai'd - killed
You ain't got no money you're fucked, you're fucked Now this cell is my residence My address is The Row 24 hour lock down When they'll kill me who knows
this, cut this shit off Aiyyo Head, that's why I fucked your mother you fat motherfucker! Hit 'Em Up Kill Whitey! Hahaha Kill Whitey! Detroit! What? What? Kill Whitey! Yo, yo Kill
This is the sound of what you don't know killing you This is the sound of what you don't need still true This is the sound of what you don't want still
I don't believe in the morning after. The chronicles contain a few hidden chapters We keep our mirrors dirty, in case vanity backfires. Cold wind curtains turn to pain
scar this, thought of partnership you may have fought for this position and status, this entrepeneurship Matter of fact, madness I planned this like serial killers
a new equation The fog rolls in like the thickest cream Nightfall comes and the crickets scream Deafened by the latest lotto ticket schemes Cement lies and white picket dreams The pain