|Lyrics:||Only 21 with his whole life ahead of him,|
Thinking about the friends he had,
they're six feet under,
Paying the price for a blunder,
Can you feel his pain; it's crashing
But he rolls on, the gun by his side,
The bullet in the chamber and the fear
he can't hide,
Another punk sucker steps into the focus,
Making him desappear, with a little
Just another punk sucker from the boulevard farm.
mind is blind, and your eyes can't see.
My silence, bred violence as I sit here on the
Deceived, taking for granted the air that I breathed,
Names carved deep inside these
time scared walls,
What's up boo? Step up; check in, you better start praying
Is it your
time to fall?