Текст песни Crush - Madd

The ground isn′t level but we can
Still stand I'm out here empty handed
Spill it spit it dye it red all I need now is a needle and a thread
The books are stacked ceiling high
Your last name is written on every spine
If you spit on a pencil it won′t erase ink
Madness isn't foolish I don't care what you think
I need distraction you need to focus
Should I deliver you a more direct approach
Is this enough is this a joke should I continue or make my way home
Same pastor that had my parents married,
Baptized me and had my grandparents buried
In a jejune manor praying over the dead
As if they haven′t heard the best of it yet
Quiet close to almost silent of course its grown to violence
Yeah I refuse to answer run a little faster eat away my cancer don′t
Waste away in your own denial going down a spiral
A weapon is a T.V. and question why you cannot sleep
Salvation hatred infestation talk to
Anti-machine cause you drank all the seven seas