Abstract Benna - John

You ever wake up drenched in a cold sweat
Scenes of death playing in your head
Nightmares of dead friends' unfulfilled dreams
They stay in your head
Those around you won't get it
Being John Malkovich
I've excepted the fact they now live through me
I was in pain the day my G was murdered
It was a weird feeling beneath the surface
You know when you know something's wrong
But it's a sensation way beyond a gut feeling
Its like the bullet entered him but I was the one bleeding
World war to turf war
Bodies are worth more
Than grave yards still we insist
On burying bullets deep inside
Paranoia is the guardian angel
Keeping soldiers on the streets alive
You can run the roads
But can't out run head strong hollow tips
How has it come to this
We pour soo much liquor for the fallen
We run the risk
Of drowning ourselves
Before we drown our sorrows
Have you ever tried to have a heart to heart
With a broken mother
Resting till the afternoon in hopes
She doesn't have to face the mourning
Tempted to answer satans calling
Praying her sons killer becomes pray just this one time
Sometimes empathy is just a word made up of letters
Sometimes letters are as useless together
As they are apart
Sometimes theres so much to say that quiet says it all
So when people ask how she doing she's replies with
Sometimes theres so much to say that silence says it all
And those words linger forever like r i p
Or who's to blame but no one points fingers
Like the shooter does
That's four fingers back at him with every trigger pulled
Have you ever stabbed someone before
Maybe he deserved a slap
But the knife was just the nearest
Maybe you're doing 10 toes
And carry it out of fear its
Weird like I'm addressing the youts
Who will probably never hear this
Over the bassline playing through the aux cord
The ops are 2-1 up so they're in the 4 door
About to even out the scoreboard
Or insert the sharp end of justice
Cos a thousand souls are raging
When lives on road are taken
The situation is way past negotiations
More tears
Praying, now its clothes we're making
The facts are shameful
So many faces on t-shirts we could start a fashion label
R I P clothing
We all grew up watching the whole thing
Traumatised from it
Thinking is having no one left to kill
The only way you'll stop it

Written by:
Reuben Braithwaite

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find