Nasty Rhymes
In His Behavior
Crowded Into A
Hole
Racial Incoherence
Nowhere Left to Go
Misery: Is Unforgiving
He Struggles From Within
He Roams The Human Wasteland
His Memories Grow Dim
Shots
Ring Out Loud
Dispursing The Crowd
Bodies Start to Fall
Blood on the Wall
No Time to Tell
Who's Going to
Heaven or Hell
The Acid Air
Blurs His Vision
City Crime
Takes It's Toll
A Metaphor
For This Incision
A Truer Life
Will Now Unfold
No More Pain
And Self Suffering
It All Ends
Where It Begins
A
Misdirection
You knock me down, take the shirt from our backs
Kick me round but you will never stop me
Drag me down, take the words from my mouth
Kick me round but you will never stop me
He said no man could ask for better sons
And after all the things I've said and done
We know he carries us both deep within his heart
What if my kind, afraid to try?
You knock me down, take the shirt from our backs
Kick me round but you will never stop me
Drag me down, take the words from my mouth
Kick me round but you will never stop me
And it's the selling of the setting sun
That let's me know our work has just begun
You know we'll never erase it, it's gone too far
What if my kind, afraid to try?
You knock me down, take the shirt from our backs
Kick me round but you will never stop me
Drag me down, take the words from my mouth
Kick me round but you will never stop me
What if my kind, afraid to try?