[Lyric] Youth On A Spit (Willy Mason)

[Verse 1]
Found a solution to Southern pollution
Across the brain, a regular pain
Carries madness, a clutch into habits
It's murder, you know it, but you dare not show it
Final analysis: it's a case of paralysis
It's a cultural rock, a new state of shock
Broke off the reference, a map of repentance
The hope is to learn, a cultural turn

[Chorus]
You can't kill me, I'm already dead
Already dead, already dead
God's witness, I heard what you said
I heard what you said, shot in the head
I feel no pain, I've already bled
Already bled, already bled
You can't kill me, I'm alrеady dead (Dead)

[Verse 2]
Bastards a-plenty, thе forest is empty
They cut out the heart and feed on the red
We tried tax evasion, pacts turned with Haitians
Bodies are swollen, death isn't talking
Their handles are broken, the doors won't open
Why can't we escape? Invisible cage
Gets tighter with age, the minimum wage
Distractions abundant, our captor is tone-deaf
Youth on a spit, griddled and roasted
Reach out for a blessing, always second guessing
Is it truth or a lie? Our lack of design
Which way that you turn, a new icon to burn
[Chorus]
You can't kill me, I'm already dead (Already dead)
Already dead (Already dead), already dead
God's witness, I heard what you said (Heard what you said)
I heard what you said (Heard what you said), shot in the head
I feel no pain, I've already bled (Already bled)
Already bled (Already bled), already bled
You can't kill me, I'm already dead