Clear vision in what you say



Is you lost yourself in the deadlock



In which you were raised



Recognition of a hand that fed



Mouths that bled, Biting back today







Clear vision of a boast and brag



Cuts me off and leaves me dead on the way



Keeping busy by causing skies to dark with flies



But think of all that you praised



Give it right back and get back to your promises



Give it right back and get back to your promises



Or damn us all to hell



Crush us all



Still lost in the brag







This season youll raise your gun and knock out one



Frame the head at your place



Sick sleazy and weighs a ton, now youre undone



Stuck up to your waste



Look over the hills you dwell



You look like hell in the window holding you face



Cars engine is cold and sad



Youre driving bad



Talking into,







Get out of my way



Heres to the roust



Glass over morning



Till you see that just like the old days, who owns the town



Smile spills forth as youre brewing.







Chorus, then repeat first verse