cuts It kills hypocrisy and lies The masters of my faith Open me your cards Show me the righteous way The way without vanity and hatred Light me the road
and television transmissions Or simply audible voices who wear the robes of righteousness Equilibrium is fucked up from data overload Enhanced by the fact that I walk on a narrow road
days, hey Oh, I sacrifice every breath I breathe To make you believe, I'd give my life away Oh Lord, I'm so tired, I'm so tired My feet feel like I walked most of the road
I'm holdin' the ace As I look to jump, up on that righteous path I got angels on one shoulder, demons on the other half A mirror face to face, surveying
mass Murdering our only interests our power And greed have we become what those Before us escaped from? Have we disregarded All of our beliefs? Self-righteous
from inside my head A sun with no sunlight Death would grip humanitiy A new Solar Ice Age An Earth that no science could save I woke sweatrunning down my face
on home I can almost see myself walkin' on the streets of gold I can almost hear the Angels calling my name I'm gonna see Him face to face, eye to eye
Now I've seen places and faces And things you ain't never thought about thinking If you ain't peek then you must be drinking and smokin' Pretending not
this. Verse 1: 5 hours a night sleep is what I get No time to sleep I gotta make moves kid So I hustle after work during work or on the road A man can
There are times when you will not like the sound of my voice there are days when a warm look from a strange face will make me forget my name there'll
heavy load Now it's noon and I cannot afford To put down this burden alongside the road I've got to hold it, got to humble myself Like a child Upon my face
back some tears of my own, But there's something to be said for the ones Who face the darkness alone. You're too cool to care; Too self-righteous to
There is still shards in the road Shackled wooden windows The hero to the cell, he doesn't look to well A cardio, love send face down in the dirt Make
Ghost of Mother Lingering death Ghost on Mother's bed Black strands on the pillow Contour of her health Twisted face upon the head Ghost of perdition
of our fathers Standing in the shadows of our mothers Trying to learn from those who came before us I see the road maps in the lines upon their face
could have life passed the grave From prophets to the priests- we trace it back to the greats Take it back to the days when faith had a face And not just
neither honors nor forgives. I and I One says to the other, no man sees my face and lives. Noontime, and I'm still pushin' myself along the road, the