B.O.D (Better Off Dead)

By Taskforce

On Music from the Corner Volume 4

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[Verse 1 - Chester P]

Start the procession, march of the dead men

Clutching the vision of a blind mans senses

Every man's Judas, trust in corruptness

Thirty bits o' silver's on your mind in the darkness

Living on the carcass of a world on the market

Markings of wipe out, you can buy the sky now

The stars and the sun too, look what controls us

Look what becomes you, look to your compass

Check your direction, watch for the horsemen

Lost with the offspring of legends I'm boxed in

This frame full of tension, with both eyes watching

Dead men tell no tales, and I'm talking

Caught in a wharf of material importance

Earth's on crutches, wrеtched and blistered

Wе test this resistance, I question existence

All man's Judas, we've all got the symptoms

Distance arriving, last of the heart beats

Can't speak, can't think, can't ever seem to sleep

Have you ever felt guilt for the way you live

People starving while you're eating on your favourite dish

Pollution's rising, the ice caps are melting quick

You might think it's better unsaid

But sometimes I feel like we're better off dead yeah?

You might think it's better unsaid

But sometimes I feel like we're better off dead


[Hook]

Looking at the end in my eyes in the mirror

Death shall become us, we're better off dead

Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror

Death shall become us, we're better off dead

Looking at the end in my eyes in the mirror

Death shall become us, we're better off dead

Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror

Death shall become us


[Verse 2 - Farma G]

Our speak was dead with no fight left

God sent us angels and we clipped their wings

Like we had no sense

With science we murdered the mysteries

And hid in the comfort of our man made luxuries

We lie in our books, we lie like the elders

Written by a pen with greed as it's held up

Right through the ages

We don't need any sage or prophets 'cause today

We make our own way

We pay for mistakes with an apologies face

Man don't need faith, 'cause they got champagne

That's a sham and pain all mixed in a glass

This world's gone mad, should I cry or laugh?

As my energy's low I wanna let it all blow

As we walk on the moon, Earth died very slow

She was stabbed and infected by the mess of mechanics

And we're all gonna die when the rivers flow red

And disease runs wild in amongst bloodshed

'Cause us stupid little humans and our very big heads

Let go of the magic in every last breath

And killed any chance of making progress

This world and its people are better off dead

This world and its people are better off dead


[Hook]

Looking at the end in my eyes in the mirror

Death shall become us, we're better off dead

Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror

Death shall become us, we're better off dead

Looking at the end in my eyes in the mirror

Death shall become us, we're better off dead

Looking at the Judas in us all in the mirror

Death shall become us, we're better off dead, da na

We're better off dead, da na

We're better off dead, da na

We're better off dead

Death shall become us, we're better off dead