Voice is so silent
Oppression is so violent
Mind filled with subsidence
Hushing us with your so-called guidance
Falling through with no hope, you better hush your tone
Or else you're not going to go home
Telling me to hush up, shut up
I'm crying out loud, trying to find a way out
Begging for help, while questioning and looking for a way out
But they got me locked up
Stocked up
You better mark my words, you better get me a fucking microphone
Because I’m gonna break out
Sick and tired of torture
Treated like an animal
Hushing our words, giving us onе choice
You forget I’m human too, but you continue to seek my doom
You bеtter put me down, or else I'm gonna visit your tomb
This oppression is starting to be violent
Killing my mind with all this subsidence
Hushing us with your so-called guidance
Feeling like a ghost, can't act my own
Quiet words are all I know
I'm so unknown
These little hushed words are gonna break you down
Words become sentences you know, gonna make you look em’ up
Hey over there
Hey there, am I at the right place?
Is this hell?
I've been wondering this for awhile
You bet this is hell, don't worry, we got no justice here
We got blood on the streets, filling up these subconscious sheets
How about you pull up a seat?
You know, I’m speaking to you, yelling at you
Only if you knew, the shit that you do
It's funny you think that this shit is new?
We hit the bottom, and you say it’s not your problem
I’m telling you the problem, springing up this column, but you’re ignoring this problem
Told to shut up, do as we're told
Told from the beginning so many hushed tones
You fail to pay attention, while we’re being killed without intention
Our voices stopped because of this suspicion
You say you hear our screams, but when we cry out, do you truly listen?
Or do you forget, letting us slip, forgetting we exist, judging from our skin?
Take me off this list, I don’t want to be apart this collection, with all this infinite intention
It’s kinda funny you know, like you walked straight in, with a big grin coming in, looking all thin
But welcome to hell buddy
It’s not right, but it's the way of life
You try to put it together, but it's softer than metal, falling into pieces, with this solvent abuse
I got one message, one sentence, one life
Let us be heard, let us be free, I'm sick of sitting in silence under your guidance, words becoming so violent
Yeah that's all
That's all I got
Oppression is so violent
Mind filled with subsidence
Hushing us with your so-called guidance
Falling through with no hope, you better hush your tone
Or else you're not going to go home
Telling me to hush up, shut up
I'm crying out loud, trying to find a way out
Begging for help, while questioning and looking for a way out
But they got me locked up
Stocked up
You better mark my words, you better get me a fucking microphone
Because I’m gonna break out
Sick and tired of torture
Treated like an animal
Hushing our words, giving us onе choice
You forget I’m human too, but you continue to seek my doom
You bеtter put me down, or else I'm gonna visit your tomb
This oppression is starting to be violent
Killing my mind with all this subsidence
Hushing us with your so-called guidance
Feeling like a ghost, can't act my own
Quiet words are all I know
I'm so unknown
These little hushed words are gonna break you down
Words become sentences you know, gonna make you look em’ up
Hey over there
Hey there, am I at the right place?
Is this hell?
I've been wondering this for awhile
You bet this is hell, don't worry, we got no justice here
We got blood on the streets, filling up these subconscious sheets
How about you pull up a seat?
You know, I’m speaking to you, yelling at you
Only if you knew, the shit that you do
It's funny you think that this shit is new?
We hit the bottom, and you say it’s not your problem
I’m telling you the problem, springing up this column, but you’re ignoring this problem
Told to shut up, do as we're told
Told from the beginning so many hushed tones
You fail to pay attention, while we’re being killed without intention
Our voices stopped because of this suspicion
You say you hear our screams, but when we cry out, do you truly listen?
Or do you forget, letting us slip, forgetting we exist, judging from our skin?
Take me off this list, I don’t want to be apart this collection, with all this infinite intention
It’s kinda funny you know, like you walked straight in, with a big grin coming in, looking all thin
But welcome to hell buddy
It’s not right, but it's the way of life
You try to put it together, but it's softer than metal, falling into pieces, with this solvent abuse
I got one message, one sentence, one life
Let us be heard, let us be free, I'm sick of sitting in silence under your guidance, words becoming so violent
Yeah that's all
That's all I got
( Dark Atrophy )
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