[Verse 1: MC dälek]
Carrying carcass, I cross threshold
The masses moan knowing that could quite possibly be their person
Thirsting for final ounce of life
To lie fetal once again it seems so natural
Actual sight clear, his mind's eye blurred a beautiful hazed kaleidoscope smile
The locust lie dormant too
Within their own hazy web
Waiting to feed upon your first born
Torn between breath and death
Parched mouth to black-nippled breast
To fill this chest with precious life once again
So blessed to breath in time of our demise
Oh to stroll in amongst the riots
Wondering which politician shall play the role of Pontius Pilate
I from those who would spill your life's blood to appease the sun
Wandered streets long before you ever acquired speech from first tongue
[Verse 2: MC dälek]
From slums radiate a marinade of obtuse thought
The brightness of the stage reminds me how heavy looms our shadows
As before in hallways narrowed by stature of so-called similar men
Wielding death in palms
As I chronicle theirs
The tattered thoughts with ink soaked pens
You will remember them as they remember friends
Fall into very same cycle
This cyclical hell holds our children hostage
Ironic, the shiny-primetime role models follow paths of ignorance even with acquired riches
Because wisdom never entered this picture
The mixture of wealth and wisdom was one feared in sun-soaked hands
Keep your mule and lands
What's been diagramed in plans is much more grand
[Verse 3: MC dälek]
So now I sit at cliff's edge, feet dangling
Managing to mutter broken paragraphs paraphrased incorrectly
You dent me, thoughts of flight
Recite my last rites endlessly, sipping Hennessey
Revert to seconds past
Contrast to that life you sought
I content to crawl mongst the shadows of tagged walls
Broken pen please be my voice
Let them read few frequencies this mind housed
Between those syllables I mouth lies a labyrinth of truth
Child's eye glued to cathode-ray tube
I choose to laugh a shrill laugh for the thrill of discontent
Allow me to vent all you may have whispered
I paint a morbidly vivid picture, remaining none the richer
Sinister plots have forever been coiled among us
Breath deep from this tainted air that numbs us
[Verse 4: MC dälek]
So now I sit at cliff's edge, feet dangling!
Managing to mutter broken paragraphs paraphrased incorrectly
You dent me, thoughts of flight
Recite my last rites endlessly, sipping Hennessey
Revert to seconds past
Contrast to that life you sought
I content to crawl mongst the shadows of tagged walls
Broken pen please be my voice
Let them read few frequencies of what noise, this mind housed
Between those syllables I mouth lies a labyrinth of truth
Child's eye glued to cathode-ray tube
I choose to laugh a shrill laugh for the thrill of discontent
Allow me to vent all you may have whispered
I paint a morbid picture, remaining none the richer
Sinister plots now corroded among us
Breath deep from this tainted air that numbs us!
[Outro]
Breath deep from this tainted air
Breath deep from this tainted air!
Breath deep from this tainted air that numbs us!
Breath deep from this tainted air!
Breath deep...
Breath deep...
Breath deep...
Breath deep...
Breath deep...
Breath deep...
Breath deep...
Breath deep...