It's Too Late Now

(альбом: Tales From The Sick - 2008)

Yeah
While all this hate congregates, bodies stack up in crates
We fall from grace
Every time bombs drop, they mutilate
Yet they debate face to face
Televised to plead their case
Telling lies as they disgrace mankind, the human race
And it's a smack in the face
They got you running in place
They keep you blinded like mace
Trapped like rats in a maze
They sanctioned the fakes
They're into sinking, trample and rape
Attack for the faith
The satellites will cap you from space
The capital state checks off oil, the profit is great
The matador chase supports the international tastes
And balances the rates, the bottom line is irrational waste
The only time we come together is add to MySpace

What the fuck you running from?
Come on, yeah, there's no escape now
Homeboy, you better get a gun
Oh, shit, this time it's going down
I said: what the fuck you running from?
Come on, yeah, there's no escape now
Homeboy, you better get a gun
Oh, shit, it's too late now
There's no escape now
It's too late now

And as the violence spawns
The silence is gone
The lines have been drawn
Across the sand of the White House lawn
Something is wrong
They shut your mouths and make you stay calm
Now that's what happens when the masses eat out of their palm
This battle is on
The Holy Bible VS Quran
Like kettle that went wrong
The war machine, it merges at dawn
They play you like bongs
The puppeteer is the first to respond
Death marches on
Drop the bombs by the end of this song

What the fuck you running from?
Come on, yeah, there's no escape now
Homeboy, you better get a gun
Oh, shit, this time it's going down
I said: what the fuck you running from?
Come on, yeah, there's no escape now
Homeboy, you better get a gun
Oh, shit, it's too late now
There's no escape now
It's too late now

Those were the forces of greed
Proceed through seven seas
We planned to plant seeds of peace to stay free
Coincidentally, we empower the wealthy
Devour the weak while they repent on bent knees
They hands bleed,they follow the stampede
They travel at land speed, they battle for God's greed
People, please, recognize the nation in need
The only thing that keeps us separated, six degrees

What the fuck you running from?
Come on, yeah, there's no escape now
Homeboy, you better get a gun
Oh, shit, this time it's going down
I said: what the fuck you running from?
Come on, yeah, there's no escape now
Homeboy, you better get a gun
Oh, shit, it's too late now
There's no escape now
It's too late now

Oh, shit!