Frgt/10 Lyrics

Song Text:


From the top to the bottomBottom to top I stopAt the core I've
forgottenIn the middle of my thoughtsTaken far from my safetyThe
picture's thereThe memory won't escape meBut why should I
careWe're stuck in a place so dark, you could hardly seeA manner of
matter that splits with the words I breatheAnd as the rain drips acidic
questions around meI block out the sight of the powers that beDuck away
into the darkness, times upI wind up in a rusted world with eyes shutSo
tight that it blurs into the world of pretendAnd the eyes ease open and it's
dark againFrom the top to the bottom Bottom to top I stop At the
core I've forgotten In the middle of my thoughts Taken far from my
safety The picture's there The memory won't escape me But why should
I careIn the memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness
holding me tightly Until the sun rises upListen to the sound, dizzy
from the ups and downsAnd nauseated by the polluted rock that's all
aroundWatchin the wheels of cars that passI look past to the last of the
light and the long shadows it castsA window grows and captures the
eyeAnd cries out yellow light as it passes me byAnd a young, shadowy
figure sits in front of a boxInside a building of rocks with antennas on
topNow, nothing can stop in this land of the painThe same lose, not
knowing they were part of the gameAnd while the insides change, the box
stays the sameAnd the figure inside could bear anybody's nameThe
memories I keep are from a time like thenI put on my paper so I could come
back to themSomeday i'm hopin to close my eyes and pretendThat this
crumpled up paper can be perfect againFrom the top to the bottom
Bottom to top I stop At the core I've forgotten In the middle of my
thoughts Taken far from my safety The picture's there The memory
won't escape me I'm here at the podium talking, the ceremonial
offeringsDedicated to urban dysfunctional offspringWhat's
happeningCity governments are eternally nappingTrapped in greedy
covenants, causin urban collapsingBullets that scar souls, with dark holds,
get more than your car stoleSome hearts be blacker than charcoalFor
real, this society's deprivation depends not on our differences, but the
separation withinNo preparation is made, limited aid, minimum wageLivin
in a tenement cage where rent isn't paidTragedy within a paradeThe
darkness overspread like permanent plaugeI'm the forgottenIn the
memory you'll find me Eyes burning up The darkness holding me tightly
Until the sun rises up