Текст песни Shoot Frank - Cage feat. Daryl Palumbo

Off of his newest album, (Sept 20th, 2005) Hell's Winter

One last vein to pulse, made it to dark to see this
Scenery slips in line up to go in the ground and leave us
To repeat this til I'm sick and I wont feed this
To my little girl who kept me in this world to be this
As the little kid, taught to follow Jesus
Get to the front line I'm being led by leaders

So when I speak words, and I don't mean, it's
Like I'm only in the cloud to wonder what syrene is
Enable to wake or delete the reasons
It'd be the same bet I made up to sleep with demons

Whether, sick sane or a pattern repeated
If I, spit pain, I'd knew how to relieve it
If at, sixteen I had started to treat it
Til My, shit changed whether or not I would need it
To Trace back to the face before the fetus
If The departure was wrong from the gate then she is

Trigger finger itch
The son of a snitch
I'm the Rat's favourite son
Blast a pallet cut
Slit to bleed the rust
By thou as far I've walked

We roll under covers waiting
I tied off a limb, debating
If all of the names forsaken
Spell out what I'm takin'
Watchin' the skin pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop

I would do anything to
Tell you why I've been late to
Fix up my head and escape to
Where I can rest my eyes

The sun says wake up with a beam in my eyes
Clutching the bed like she's still by my side
Part of me died, even when I prescribed, to just be ostracized
'Cause she dont really know if she wants to ride or drive

On no nooses, long enough to hang my excuses
Whether I'm dead, gun to my head, or eclusive
The end is close, almost no need for money
Yet, when I wished for death nobody took my life from me

If I cannot see whats right in front of me
And the lights on, it still wouldnt be enough to leave
I fix me, when I broke the aggression,
But I'm still attracted to my beautiful depression

If I, felt emotions, I learned to suppress em
Til I'm ready to sleep, I'll've found a place to rest in
Most thanks to angst, I learned my lessons
And can erase the face that cant answer the question

Trigger finger itch
The son of a snitch
I'm the Rat's favourite son
And by the time I'm back
That heart that beats so black
Let it shine like his gun

We roll under covers waiting
I tied off a limb, debating
If all of the names forsaken
Spell out what I'm takin'
Watchin the skin pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop