Lyrics Loss - Biohazard
                                                Not 
                                                even 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                second 
                                                when 
                                                he 
                                                woke 
                                                up 
                                                did 
                                                he 
                                                ask
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                today 
                                                was 
                                                gonna 
                                                be 
                                                his 
                                                last
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                average 
                                                day 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                middle 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                life
 
                                    
                                
                                                Terminated 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                sharp 
                                                knife
 
                                    
                                
                                                Killing, 
                                                spilling 
                                                the 
                                                liquid 
                                                blood
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                his 
                                                boyz 
                                                found 
                                                him 
                                                lying 
                                                face 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                mud
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                might 
                                                say 
                                                this 
                                                song 
                                                is 
                                                in 
                                                poor 
                                                taste
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                must 
                                                discuss 
                                                the 
                                                waste
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus 
                                                I:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                lives 
                                                of 
                                                friends 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                have 
                                                lost
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                pays 
                                                the 
                                                price, 
                                                who 
                                                pays 
                                                the 
                                                cost
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can't 
                                                cry, 
                                                just 
                                                anger 
                                                till 
                                                the 
                                                end
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                burns 
                                                inside 
                                                to 
                                                lose 
                                                    a 
                                                friend
 
                                    
                                
                                                Walking 
                                                thin 
                                                lines, 
                                                anything 
                                                to 
                                                cop 
                                                    a 
                                                dime
 
                                    
                                
                                                Labeled 
                                                habitual, 
                                                    a 
                                                loser 
                                                three 
                                                times
 
                                    
                                
                                                Just 
                                                fuckin' 
                                                around, 
                                                knuckles 
                                                bloody 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                bone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Whatever, 
                                                the 
                                                future's 
                                                unknown
 
                                    
                                
                                                Unless 
                                                you 
                                                believe 
                                                in 
                                                predestination 
                                                of 
                                                fate
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                letter 
                                                read 
                                                termination
 
                                    
                                
                                                It 
                                                was 
                                                fucked 
                                                up 
                                                    I 
                                                couldn't 
                                                make 
                                                out 
                                                his 
                                                face
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                blood, 
                                                what 
                                                    a 
                                                fucking 
                                                waste
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus 
                                                I
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus 
                                                II:
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                friend 
                                                was 
                                                there 
                                                until 
                                                the 
                                                end 
                                                (my 
                                                friend)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Can 
                                                never 
                                                be 
                                                replaced
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                pain 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                taste 
                                                (it's 
                                                over)
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                    a 
                                                fucking 
                                                waste
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus 
                                                I
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cold 
                                                blooded 
                                                murder, 
                                                suicide, 
                                                another 
                                                body 
                                                laid 
                                                to 
                                                rest
 
                                    
                                
                                                Untimely 
                                                demise, 
                                                homicide, 
                                                my 
                                                faith 
                                                is 
                                                put 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                test
 
                                    
                                
                                                Is 
                                                there 
                                                    a 
                                                god, 
                                                sometimes 
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                can't 
                                                believe
 
                                    
                                
                                                My 
                                                friend 
                                                who 
                                                is 
                                                dead 
                                                was 
                                                shot 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                robbed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Something 
                                                quite 
                                                hard 
                                                to 
                                                conceive
 
                                    
                                
                                                People 
                                                dying 
                                                everyday 
                                                there's 
                                                got 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                better 
                                                way
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                losses 
                                                blow 
                                                my 
                                                mind 
                                                away, 
                                                the 
                                                stain 
                                                of 
                                                blood 
                                                will 
                                                always 
                                                stay
 
                                    
                                
                                                Like 
                                                the 
                                                memory 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                friend 
                                                who 
                                                stood 
                                                with 
                                                me 
                                                until 
                                                the 
                                                end
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                losses 
                                                blow 
                                                my 
                                                mind 
                                                away, 
                                                the 
                                                stain 
                                                of 
                                                blood 
                                                will 
                                                always 
                                                stay
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus 
                                                I
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lead
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                not 
                                                for 
                                                me 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                grieve, 
                                                but 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                families 
                                                left 
                                                berieved
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                question 
                                                whether 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                fair, 
                                                    I 
                                                wonder 
                                                if 
                                                    I 
                                                even 
                                                care
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                think 
                                                we 
                                                know 
                                                what 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                worth 
                                                until 
                                                they 
                                                lower 
                                                us 
                                                beneath 
                                                the 
                                                earth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Mother 
                                                crying, 
                                                forever 
                                                hurt, 
                                                my 
                                                face 
                                                like 
                                                stone 
                                                    I 
                                                shovel 
                                                dirt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Chorus 
                                                II
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Chamber Spins Three
2 Punishment
3 Shades of Grey
4 Business
5 Black and White and Red All Over
6 Man With a Promise
7 Disease
8 Urban Discipline
9 Loss
10 Wrong Side Of The Tracks
11 Mistaken Identity
12 We're Only Gonna Die (From Our Own Arrogance)
13 Tears of Blood
14 Hold My Own
15 Business (Demo)
16 Urban Discipline (Demo)
17 Loss (Demo)
18 Black And White And Red All Over (Demo)
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