Street by street. Block by block. Taking it all back. The youth's immersed in poison--turn the tide counterattack. Violence against violence, let the
eyes fade as he takes his last breathe, we are the key, to life's funeral, now it is time to reign upon the forsaken realm, temples fall under bonfires
Friend Pass me not Forsake me not, Lord Amen, Amen My heart is dim, It?s always been I turn from what is right Passions of youth tear me from
I will honor the mistaken, I will honor the truth In the awakening, in the awakening I will honor the forsaken, I will not mourn my youth In the awakening
halls of my empty soul Melancholia's haunting call is the only one I have known Innocence has lead me into this void While years eroded a youth I never
practical These guns are not retractable No room for another view Come see our super-loaded magazine Spraying lead across the sea At those god-forsaken
seeds of hate I've loved, turned to hate Trapped far beyond my fate I give, you take This life that I forsake Been cheated of my youth You turned
The shadows hide without sight No challenge to our conscious mind to, to the other realm Where the youth, Where the youth hide...
my youth, have all long gone by now I was the kind of boy the devil would offer a smoke or a drink to or a ride downtown to some God forsaken land
Condemned return of the crowned one Homicide of the first son Continuous trial of the forsaken Bleeding these sores Deformity of this new cult The inbred
Get me out of this God forsaken city Let me start over somewhere new All my friends have turned up missing I can't blame it on my youth Throw my heart
curtain of youth will fall And now enter this sleeping old hall Where time is a carving sharp knife For so long I've been awake Hopefully death won't forsake
you for a ride How can I protect you from this path Only God can show you that the lights in life burn fast Never forsake you precious days of youth
crazy over you Grip like a New York window cleaner Just staring at you Youth don?t leave me, hair stay on me God I love those hips Oh memory don?t forsake
dreams gone? Nightmares and blank stares And thoughts of you years have gone. [Chorus] Dream Catcher, what's the matter? Face of my youth Forsaken,
po... Every man show know that your heart must be clean Rasta love it when uno juggle righteous Teach the ghetto youths have self esteme stop the ghetto youths