Lyrics
I get high and do graffiti at night by myself
I engage in graffiti alone while under the influence.
I practice what I'd say
I rehearse what I would say if caught, ready to resist.
If they ever catch me, I'ma give 'em hell
If caught, I'll defiantly stand my ground and resist arrest.
I'll tell 'em, "This is for everyone that this world took away from me that I loved"
I'll express my actions as a rebellion against a world that took loved ones away.
For every case that's been made
This is for every injustice, every case that has been made.
For every can of pepperspray, for every judge
Symbolically, it's for every use of pepperspray and every judgment passed.
This place is just debris that hasn't been claimed by the sea, we're all
The world is a wasteland not yet claimed by the sea, and we're waiting in a slow flood.
Waiting here in a slow flood
A feeling of being overwhelmed by a gradual but inevitable flood.
This place has no heart
This place lacks compassion or empathy.
Been cursed from the start
It has been cursed and problematic from the beginning.
The crowd only came for the blood
The crowd is present for violence and bloodshed.
Livin' too fast to die last, and I'm too old to die young
Living recklessly but not expecting to die young.
Too strong to let go, roots took hold, now I'm un
I'm too resilient to let go, with deep roots that keep me grounded.
Able to ignore the world, to drop it all and join the frenzy
Unwilling to ignore the world or join chaos easily.
Violence doesn't change a goddamn thing
Violence may not bring change, but it provides a temporary emotional release.
But it feels nice to bleed
There's a perverse satisfaction in feeling pain.
This is for everyone that this world took away from me that I loved
Reiterating resistance for lost loved ones and against the world's actions.
For the emptiness inside
The act is also a response to inner emptiness.
For every pointless lie
Against deceit and falsehood prevalent in the world.
For the part in us that wants to give up
Acknowledging the part within that contemplates giving up.
Drift far and fade into the fray
Drifting away and blending into chaos.
Live far away from the accountability
Choosing to live far from responsibility and consequences.
Well, I know it's wrong, but this is what happens
Admitting wrongdoing but accepting the inevitable consequences.
This is what you get when everything comes back around
Consequences return when things come full circle.
Livin' too fast to die last, and I'm too old to die young
Living recklessly without expecting a premature death.
Too strong to let go, roots took hold, now I'm un
Too resilient to let go, firmly grounded in one's roots.
Able to ignore the world, to drop it all and join the frenzy
Resisting the chaos and maintaining composure amid worldly frenzy.
Violence doesn't change a goddamn thing
Violence might not bring change, but it provides a temporary emotional release.
But it feels nice to bleed
There's a perverse satisfaction in feeling pain.
This is for everyone that this world took away from us that we loved
Reiterating resistance for lost loved ones and against the world's actions.
For the emptiness inside
The act is also a response to inner emptiness.
For every pointless lie
Against deceit and falsehood prevalent in the world.
For the part of us that wants to give up
Acknowledging the part within that contemplates giving up.
Living too fast to die last, and I'm too old to die young
Living recklessly without expecting a premature death.
Too strong to let go, roots took hold, now I'm un
Too resilient to let go, firmly grounded in one's roots.
Able to ignore the world and drop it all to join the frenzy
Resisting the chaos and maintaining composure amid worldly frenzy.
Violence doesn't change a goddamn thing, but it feels nice
Violence might not bring change, but it provides a temporary emotional release.
To bleed
There's a perverse satisfaction in feeling pain.
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