It's Time (Chapter 3)
trapped in a s-ink
and I think...
Bad things are happen-ing
and i just happen to think
that someone's gonna grab it and fling
it all over the napkins and the flammable rabbit mink
after they drink
it's gonna be on of those hazardous things
where people just sit back and laugh as it's happening
I'm trapped by kin
and hundreds
of bungee jumping
bad acting friends
How can this be happening?
That's just the first verse
8: Grenudos Locos
Each day I have another choice
To try and make things right
I awake from the nightmares
Another day closer to the grave
And my fright is in moderation
With a personal affair
It just might be the death of me
I am aware
I'm not worried about tomorrow
Don't give a fuck about yesterday
To get through this day of sorrow
I must face what comes my way
(each day)
Each night I need some kind of release
To pull the trigger on my soul and
Breathe through the bullet hole
I need some peace before I am deceased
I want to see my world in its negative state
Become a positive place
By unleashing all the hate within
I'm not worried about tomorrow
Don't give a fuck about yesterday
To get through this day of sorrow
I must face what comes my way (each day)