Focfom

(альбом: Out Of The Pit - 2009)

The city's full of fury and the streets are getting dark
People trying to hurry 'cause they think they're ripped apart
It's a tell tale endless hole with a non-existent door
Isn't enough emptiness, rolling tires screech for more

Flying down all six lanes
There's really only four
World's not spinning fast enough for the city that wants the floor

Running wanting pushing crashing killing running wanting, stand up, fall down
Running wanting pushing crashing killing running wanting, stand up, fall down

The sky is blooming sapphire but the glasses turn it black
Just no hit home closure when your mind's under attack
The fuzz are getting lazy 'cause they know they just can't win
A possibility of happiness less appealing than the sin

Flying down all six lanes
There's really only four
World's not spinning fast enough for the city that wants the floor

Running wanting pushing crashing killing running wanting, stand up, fall down
Running wanting pushing crashing killing running wanting, stand up, fall down

A ton was given, whoa
It's in lack, whoa
Then speed dissolved it, whoa
They bid good riddance, whoa
This city is full of darkness
But with faith and surrender we open the key to your door

Powers growing weaker but the static pushes on
Who knows if the next guy doesn't deserve to be a con
One step to the fire only brings you nearer
Two steps to the deep end only brings you to the third
The third is the end so where do we go now
Back downtown all six lanes to the city that wants the ground