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Columbian Ties

 

Columbian Ties

(Album: Pro Tools - 2008)


[Chorus]
What goes around comes around
In his only iniquity he died
Through Columbian Ties
Fated back to the essence
Still forced to learn a lesson
All debts must be settled
No question

The echo from machine gun round simmers
A fallen solider
His gun hangs on his shoulder
Lights get dimmer
Key swinging back and forth in the ignition
The stench was only part of the horrible condition
As he waits for the smoke to clear
All he heard was the blast
From the bomb that kept ringing in his ear
Along with gun barring troops
Fatigues and wearing boots
From far away
Weather night or day
You hear them shoot

It's a very unforgiving and hostile environment
Where military hardware the only requirement
A world where where deceased is just a thing of the past
And each area advance is more costly then the last
A presidents madness
Responsible for losses
Political forces
Land litter with corpse
Like the youth in the street who gamble and get scarred
Even the troops in the field
Bet it all one one card
Some question their reason for being here
Facing incredible odds
And a recession that so severe

Raised in the shadow of a terrible loss
And the atmosphere where even breathing air can cost
A place where the majority is going for self
Where the agenda is not far from beyond
Personal wealth
Is like
Either you eat
Or you die from hunger
Starving to death till the coroner calls your number
With no bread to bite or break from off the table
The casket had exceeded the number of cradles
When this dark danger falls across the plateau
A mask in the disseat in the streets that sat low
These stomping grounds are known to bring misfortune
Fueled by his obsession
He murdered for portions
And died of a miserable death
His final undoing and biggest downfall was from the people he left

[Chorus x2]

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